“Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?”

“Oh, wonderful. I killed his father. He hates me. He knows how to make bombs. Come on, Wedge, how does this story end?”

“I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.”

“I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it--it, the physical act.I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine.”

“I am who I am, I don't follow my friends. I am who I am, I don't follow the trends.I am who I am, I don't try to pretend.I am who I am, til the very end.”

“Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God's story never ends with 'ashes.”