“Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You'll die, inevitably. You're not immortal. You're not even alive, you're nothing but moving hate.”
“You're still alive. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.”
“You're a con artist. A liar. A thief. An unredeemable soul. You can't be reformed. You can't be saved. You'll die trying to make the world pay for what it did to you. And you'll die alone.”
“You can tell you're reading a really good book when you forget all about everything else and know you'll die if you get to at least the end of the chapter”
“If you're not at least willing to die for something- something that really matters- in the end, you die for nothing.”
“Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You're born, you live, you die. That's it.”