“The quick and the dead are all the same. Everyone's just looking for home.”

“End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for a home.”

“But coming close wasn't the same as winning, was it? ... He had won because winners won and everyone else just went home”

“Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.”

“My mother’s psychic says, everyone essentially wantsthe same thing as everyone else, a sense of belonging, a coming home.”

“No one has really seen me in years.” Blake looked at the sky. “Sometimes I wonder how they know I don’t have a home. I try to dress decently.” He waved a hand at his jeans and army jacket. “I think it just seeps out of me. I’m not the same as everyone else.” He shook his head, pulling himself out of his despair, and looked at Livia again. “But when you saw me for the first time, you actually saw me. You saw me, and then you smiled like I was just the same as everyone else on that platform.”