“In the end, all that's left is an echo.”
“There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.”
“For all is like an ocean, all flows and connects; touch it in one place and it echoes at the other end of the world.”
“But maybe that's what the dead do. They stay. They linger. Benign and sweet and painful. They don't need us. They echo all by themselves.”
“At the end of time, all that will be left is cockroaches and Texans.”
“I guess all that's left is to love the fire.”