“I have this rage that I can't explain. It's sad.”

“I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.”

“I am...sad and angry. I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.”

“Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.”

“I can't explain it, Ash. I look at you and I just can't look away. I look at you and even though I see all of the sadness and pain that you carry, what I really see is a beautiful soul buried beneath it. A beautiful soul who desperately wants to be happy. Who I want to make happy, more than anything else in the world....I, I can't explain it, I just want to fix that for you.”

“I've seen some things I can't explain and...I've done things I can't quite explain.”