“I have a good feeling about this. Somehow, it's all going to turn out for the best.""I wish I did," Cork said."Maybe that's the difference between the law and religion. I hope for the best, you're prepared for the worst.”

“Word is you heard the Windigo too."I did. The difference is I'm ready for the son of a bitch." --Cork O'Connor”

“I need some-" Cork thought a moment. "I was going to say advice, but the truth is, I need some guidance, Tom.""We all do sometimes. It's not always easy to admit.”

“I won't try to argue you out of this pit you've climbed into, Cork.”

“I thought if you loved someone you were supposed to, like, forgive them. I thought that was what love was supposed to be all about."Cork shook his head: "Easy to say, harder to do.”

“But in these woods it's best to believe in all possibilities. There's more in these woods than a man can ever hope to understand.”

“This anger in your eyes, is it because you are hunting the Windigo?"."I don't know what it is I'm hunting, Henry."Meloux nodded thoughtfully, still looking keenly at Cork. "The Windigo was a man once. His heart was not always ice. What makes a man's heart turn to ice? I would think bout that, and I would think about how to fight the Windigo.”