“Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.”

“I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.”

“Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words”

“• Dan: I love you. • Alice: Where? • Dan: What? • Alice: Show me. Where is this 'love'? I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can't feel it. I can hear it, I can hear some words but I can't do anything with your easy words.”

“It wasn't the way to end things, not at all. I agreed, but the problem was, there was no real way to end things. Nothing would ever feel quite right. I would rather have searched and searched forever than finally sat down in a spot and said, This is it. Here is where we will end it.”

“Hey, why do pegasi gallop as they fly, anyway?"Blackjack whinnied. Why do humans swing their arms as they walk? I dunno, boss. It just feels right.”