“Standing on an open hill, I imagine muffled footsteps overhead.”
“When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard;before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word”
“It was Kovacs who said "Mother" then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacs who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened them again.”
“I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.”
“There is no heroism in sheep. They stand on the hill and go “Baa”, as they’re being slaughtered.”
“Seth hustled over. “What’s the password?” “Passwords are for sissies,” Warren’s muffled voice responded. “Works for me,” Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it.”