“I think i'm just breathing, that's all. And there's a difference between breathing and being alive.”
“That air. The air afterwards. I wanted to breathe it in. It felt right to breathe it in. Because we were breathing them in, weren't we? And the building. We were breathing it all in. And I thought, there's a part of this that's actually a part of me now. I now have that responsibility. I am alive, and I am breathing, and I can do the things this dust can't do.”
“What's the difference between being dead, and just not knowing you're alive?”
“Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time.”
“Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.”
“I breathe onto a mirror just to make sure I’m still alive, and to see how good looking my breath is.”