A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
I always figured when I got older, God would sorta come inta my life somehow. And he didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I would have the same opinion of me that he does.
Everybody's there, and I mean everybody. And the strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found, everyone's just so happy to see you.
Where's the last guy? Ultimo hombre. Last man standing. Must've been one.
What you got ain't nothin' new. This country's hard on people. You can't stop what's coming. It ain't all waiting on you. That's vanity.
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.