“We never know the journey another person has walked, so be kind to everyone.”

“I never thought of it as God. I didn't know what to call it. I don't believe in devils, but demons I do because everyone at one time or another has some kind of a demon, even if you call it by another name, that drives them.”

“Everyone here now is going to die. But really no one knows what death is really like. Maybe we just take on another part in this neverending play of life as it unfolds. There is no end to the journey.”

“The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?”

“We know what we are, that we walk like we are not long for this world, that this world has never longed for us.”

“There are still more days to travel in this life. And he knows that the man who makes the journey has been shaped by every day and every person along the way. Scars are just another kind of memory....Soon enough the days will close over their lives, the grass will grow over their graves, until their story is just an unvisited headstone.”