People are gonna die, Buck. I can’t let that happen.
No, you must believe me. It was a horseman, a dead one. Headless.
What a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she’s a stranger.
Why spiders? Why couldn’t it be “follow the butterflies”?
You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there. Do I believe the world’s still there? Is it still out there?… Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I’m no different.
Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!
Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.