“I’ll rid the world of each one of you,” he whispered. “Every single one…”

“I’ll rid the world of each one of you,” he whispered. “Every single one…”

“This world isn’t a fair place, because we never know how much time we’ve really got.”

“At this point, I realize: He is making a monster of me.”

“I’ll rid the world of each one of you,” he whispered. “Every single one…”

“I don’t give sick days if you’re playing in the snow.” He’s being funny, or trying to be funny. I can never tell which.”

“I know you don’t understand, but sometimes we have to go back to go forward,” he says.”