“I'm gonna live till I die.”

“I'm gonna put that gun as far up his ass as it'll go, then I'm just gonna keep loadin' and reloadin' till my arms get tired.”

“I used to be in school, like a good boy. Medieval Literature. Von Eschenbach, Chaucer, Milton... Yes, sir, no, sir. Then I had that... Crisis. You know it? Wake up one morning and everything's all wrong? Wake up one morning and it occurs to you the milk's spoiled and the bread is getting moldy. Wake up and it just hits you. Someday you're gonna die. Maybe like that girl last night died. Face down in an alley with a caved in head. Such a terrible thing and what for? Why life? Why This life? Why This soap? Why these hands? What's it all mean? Deep down you fear nothing. But you still hope something. Either way, you're not really sure. That's my crisis. I don't wanna die. But if I'm gonna die, first I'm gonna live. I'm gonna peel life like fruit, and use it up. I'm gonna light up an' burn. I'll burn and burn until I'm snuffed out. Then I'll just fade away. But until then I'm gonna live! I'm ready. I'm gonna do it. Come what may, one hundred percent.”

“I want to live till I die. No more, no less.”

“So every day is a battle, and I'm so tired I don't want to live; only it's cowardly to die till you have done something.”

“When I die I'm going to dance first in all the galaxies...I'm gonna play and dance and sing.”