“When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?”
“Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris.”
“When good Americans die, they go to Paris'.'Where do bad Americans go?''They stay in America'.”
“When I die, this is the only gold that will go with me. What does one take after death? Just one's good deeds and the love of others.”
“When you first take someone’s life, two people die. The person you just killed and the humanbeing you used to be. You’re never the same after that—it changes you forever and not in a good way—and no matter how hard you try, you can’t go back to the innocence you had. Ever.”
“Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.”