“I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)”

“I NAME THIS LAND TOMORROW, FOR IT SHALL LAST FOREVERMORE!”

“Listen, gods die when they are forgotten. People too. But the land's still here. The good places, and the bad. The land isn't going anywhere. And neither am I.”

“We are not living in the land of the living and going to the land of the dying, but rather, we are living in the land of the dying and going to the land of the living.”

“Would the last animal, eating garbage and living on the last scrap of land, his mate dead, would he still forgive you?”

“But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”