“Well, I’ve learnt this much: it doesn’t matterwhat it costs, it’s worth paying the price. You can’t live cheapand you can’t live for nothing. Pay the price and be proud you’vepaid it, that’s what I reckon.”

“We’ve all had to rewrite the scripts of our lives the last few weeks. We’ve learnt a lot and we’ve had to figure out what’s important, what matters – what really matters. It’s been quite a time.”

“Dad always said there were three types of workers. The ones who stood there saying "Is there anything I can do " and did nothing. Most of our city guests were like that. The ones who said "Tell me what you want done and I'll do it" and did. Most of our workers over the years had been like that. And the ones who didn't say anything but were always a jump or two ahead of you. When you were changing a flat tyre and you took the old one off and turned to pick up the new one they'd already have it in their hands and they'd move in and put it on from your left while you were still turning round to the right. Dad reckoned one of those was worth two or the second type and five of the first type.”

“For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice.”

“I guess you can't live at full-on intensity forever. Lying on the bed of my cell in the dark, trembling, waiting for the soldiers to come in and shoot me - you just can't keep doing that. There's something in the human spirit that won't let you live that way.”

“This is the most complicated relationship since Romeo and Juliet," she complained. "You'reboth hopeless. I mean, what is the big problem? You love him. He adores you. You get together and live happily ever after. Anyquestions? No, of course not. That'll be ten dollars, thank you.”

“Decide what you want to be....Pay the Price ...And be what you want to be.”