“once you reach the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took”

“Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.”

“I think the world has mostly ended because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the streets. Most glass is shattered and the wind drifting through the hollow high-rises moans like an animal left to die. I don't know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it's not so important. Once you're arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which road you took.”

“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”

“Once you know the end of the story, every part of the story contains that end, and is only a way of reaching it.”

“In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.”