“for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.”

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death”

“Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask.”

“It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.”

“One seat, two men, a short argument, and me.It kills me sometimes, how people die.”

“A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”

“God, there were so many of them. So many sets of dying eyes and scuffing feet.”