“And I will love words for their own sake, like 'hyacinth' and 'Piccadilly' and 'onyx.' And I'll have a good old dog, and think what I like, and be part of a different sort of family, with friends, you know? - who understand that things are only worth what you're willing to give up for them.”
“It's supposed to hurt - that's how you know it meant something!”
“And if someone doesn’t believe in any afterlife?” I asked.Walt gave me a sad look. “Then that’s what they experience.”
“So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.”
“The afterlife looks different to every soul," he said, "depending on whatthey believe. For that guy, Egypt must've made a strong impression when he was young , maybe.""And if someone doesn't believe in any afterlife?" i asked.Walt gave me a sad look. "Then that's what they experience.”
“My experience with Khonsu had taught me not be greedy about time. It was best to appreciate what you had and not yearn for more.”