He sighs. "It's just, you said they're up there protecting us..." He looks down at his hands in his lap. "Then why didn't they protect me?

I can feel myself slipping away. Slowly leaving who and what I am behind. - Dylan

Do you know how easy it would be to kill you, Miya? I've thought about it--killing you...and you think I'm not a monster.--Dylan

You were right. I can't be trusted around people." "What does that make me? A stuffed potato?

Something in me snaps. Since I woke in the alley I've been pushed down, feared and prosecuted for things out of my control. Well, enough is enough.

You deserve to be happy, Dylan." "So do you." "Good thing we've got each other then, " she answers, tucking herself into my shoulder, and wrapping her arm around my back.

Clouds buzz by, unaware of the scary world below them. I envy them. I envy the easy way that they live and die. They never have to worry about tomorrow and what horrors or death it might bring.

We're all drowning, but don't say it out loud.

Sometimes taking a leap faith requires an imaginative mind that can create the ending you are unable to see.

So we can only know God well by knowing our iniquities. Therefore those who have known God, without knowing their wretchedness, have not glorified Him, but have glorified themselves.

We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

While the crash only took place six months ago, I am convinced we have passed the worst and with continued unity of effort we shall rapidly recover.

What can you do in order to save your own banks?

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?

Working with Woody Allen is like filming Howard Hughes's will. It's a very mysterious and strange event. You never get a peek at the whole will.

Your life is a gift and how you respond to it - what you do with it matters. That's where I start.

No one's life is totally morbid. Even on a subtle scale there's little flashes of enlightenment and of happiness and joy.