“Perv."He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?”

“Male eighteen whats your point?" - Shane”

“There was no point in looking again. He [Cork] knew that. No point except to feed the coldness inside him. In a strange way, that was exactly what he wanted now. He wanted to feed himself to the cold until the cold had consumed him and he didn't care anymore.”

“He speaks of himself as of another. Himself he devises too for company. Leave it at that. Confusion too is company up to a point. Better hope deferred than none. Up to a point. Till the heart starts to sicken. Company too up to a point. Better a sick heart than none. Till it starts to break. So speaking of himself he concludes for the time being, For the time being leave it at that.”

“Phillip look into Ray's eyes. He saw compassion and hope. And he saw himself mirrored back, bleeding in a dirty gutter on a street where life was worth less than a dime bag.Sick, tired, petrified, Phillip dropped his head into his hands."What's the point?""You're the point, son." Ray ran his hand over Phillip's hair. "You're the point.”

“I know that. What's your point?”