“There is a subtle yet profound difference between giving up and letting go' Just let go. Look at me, Moe seems to say. I can't speak, I can't move, but by my soul I know what this life is for.”

“Nick,please let me go.""I can't." His forehead creased into a dark frown of irritated bewilderment. "Whenever I see you,I can't seem to let you go.""You fired me!"He grinned. "I just rehired you.”

“That seems to point up a significant difference between Europeans and Americans. A European says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with me?" An American says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with him?”

“Good, evil - it all becomes blurred. You go far enough and everything turns to grey. And the power Isaac, you don't understand. The power I have now - I can't let it go. It's in my blood, it's right there in my soul. I can't let it go.”

“I know that I'll move on, I tell myself I'll find me something betterI'll let go and just forget herShe was no good for meDeep down I know that's the way it has to be soHow come I still can't open this letterI can't forget her...”

“No. You can't work your way into heaven. Anytime you try and justify yourself with works, you disqualify yourself with works. What I do here, every day, for the rest of my life, is only my way of saying, 'Lord, regardless of what eternity holds for me, let me give something back to you. I know it doesn't even no scorecard. But let me make something of my life before I go.. and then, Lord, I'm at your mercy.”