“This is what is meant by last words: they are keys to unlock the afterlife. They're not last words but passwords, and as soon as they're spoken you can go.”

“Words, words. They're all we have to go on.”

“What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.”

“Ideas never lack for words. It is words that lack ideas. As soon as the idea has come to its last degree of perfection, the word blossoms; or, if you like, it blossoms from the word that presents it and clothes it.”

“Throw not my words away, as many do;
They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.”

“Seth hustled over. “What’s the password?”
“Passwords are for sissies,” Warren’s muffled voice responded.
“Works for me,” Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it.”

“So, if this does end up being my last letter, please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough.
And I will believe the same about you.”

“Murder is such a charged word. You know how some people fixate and won't let things go? They're called cops.”

“It's only words… unless they're true.”

“Love is only a word, until someone arrives to give it meaning.
Don't give up. Remember, it's always the last key on the key ring that opens the door.”