“I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?”
“And in the end, I think, we're all just trying to survive, aren't we?”
“I don't think we ever find anything, do we? I mean in life. We think we find things and then it turns out those things aren't what we thought.”
“We're all born lost, aren't we? We're all born separated from God - over and over life makes sure to inform us of this - and yet we're all real: we have names, we have lives. We mean something. We must. ”
“I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we remember.”
“Sometimes we find ourselves walking through life blindfolded, and we try to deny that we're the ones who securely tied the knot.”