“He can survive anywhere. Anytime. Surviving is what he does.”

“What's the point anyway — Of suffering, dying? It teaches us to live, boy. A man who does not struggle does not live, he survives.”

“Oh come on. He's not gonna survive 17 bullet wounds, is he? (Spoiler Alert: He does.)”

“He could do this. He'd survived boot camp. He'd survived combat and the harsh weather of Afghanistan. He could survive broccoli. Probably.”

“A long time ago he believed that he was above the men chasing him; capitulating to their secret desires and dark fears was what he did to survive, nothing more and nothing less. But now he understood that all that reasoning was nothing more than a self-assessing loop which he had used as a survival mechanism. It had run constantly but never actually went anywhere; like a rat on a flywheel, all action, no forward motion.”

“He'll survive," he answered her. "Just as he's survived everything else in his life. But he'll never be the same.”