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.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.
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.
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.