“I left them there for the flies and the birds and the sun and the wind. In the silence outside the Tour du Silence, I left them. Where the faceless dead faced the sky, I left them there at the center of the world.”

“Your memories will be a flock of birds, silently flying in the sky. You will see them flying in and see them flying away. The memories will disappear and there will be nothing left.”

“I know the sky falls down every day. The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window. A million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the wind, fluttering with the false promise of flight. The gust catches their withered wings only to force them downward, forgotten, left to be trampled by the soldiers stationed just below.”

“On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.”

“I have seen the deadly effects of love first hand, and I have seen them with my second hand (the left one).”

“There are few things in this world I have left to hang on to, and one of them is my ball sack.”