Don’t die. Be a big girl, and don’t die.

Janner knew with a shudder that the sea dragons were watching them. They were listening.

I’m a strange new kind of inbetween thing aren’t I not at home with the dead nor with the living

It’s outside the station, noticing a small flicker in my periphery. Somewhere, 13.7 lightyears to the left, the final gasping breath of a star reached us, then went away forever. Some days I wonder if I’ll miss you after you go away forever, Doug.

MUSTANG: Do you accept my offer? HAWKEYE: Of course I do, sir. I’ll follow you into hell if you ask me to.

BOY KING: YOUR OWN OPPOSITION TO SEEING WHAT THE WORLD COULD BE AND FOCUSING INSTEAD ON THE DREGS OF HUMANITY MEANS YOU CANNOT ENVISION A BETTER TOMORROW AND IT IS THAT VISION THAT SETS EVERYTHING INTO MOTION

Yes, you can delete memories. You can rewrite them. You can make the Earth and the sky and the birds and the bees because you are the Lord my God. But you CAN’T fix people! You can’t fix ME!

It was too special to her. My dad gave it to her soon after they met. It was a symbol of his undying devotion.

I begin to sing. At the window, in the shower, in my sleep. Hour after hour of ballads, love songs, mountain airs. All the songs my father taught me before he died, for certainly there has been very little music in my life since.

MUSTANG: Do you accept my offer? HAWKEYE: Of course I do, sir. I’ll follow you into hell if you ask me to.

It’s a contradiction that appeals to the cellist. That something could almost be erased from existence in the landscape of a ruined city, and then rebuilt until it is new and worthwhile, gives him hope.

BEN: You just don’t get it... SAMMY: You’re right! I don’t. I didn’t have someone I love ripped from me live on the radio, begging me for help.

And you, on your part, have no need of me.

This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.

“Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit,” Ronan said into Adam’s hearing ear,

I need — I need this to be worth a damn! I need it to be — I’ve wanted you back so badly. Like a chunk of my entire identity has just been severed and lost and I finally get you back and there’s just — silence? You’ve got nothing to say to me?

JEEVAN: (as DR. ELEVEN) You're going to die and I can't stop it. FRANK: (as LONAGAN) That's true for everyone.

Lay all your grief out in front of you.

THE DOCTOR: Do you want to die? JACK: Oh, this one's a little stuck. THE DOCTOR: Jack?

KNIGHT: YOUR HEART IS AKIN TO YOUR HANDS: UNBLEMISHED AND CHILDLIKE