“… every time you lose, you die a little, inside. Not all your organs… maybe just your liver.”

“This is going to be a really long couple of months if we worry about ever little twinge."

"You just tried to throw up your liver."

"I did not."

So you were working on your pancreas?”

“The problem with aging is not that it’s one damn thing after another—it’s every damn thing, all at once, all the time.
You can’t stop aging. Gene therapies and replacement organs and plastic surgery give it a good fight. But it catches up with you anyway. Get a new lung, and your heart blows a valve. Get a new heart, and your liver swells up to the size of an inflatable kiddie pool. Change out your liver, a stroke gives you a whack. That’s aging’s trump card; they still can’t replace brains.”

“What kind of competition is there in your body? Suppose your brain said ' I'm the most important organ, and the liver said 'I am, and I want to go in a free enterprise-system.' You would rot away in a month, if every organ of your body, were out for itself.”

“Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.”

“Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.”

“Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do… Maybe it's the same with people," Hugo continued. "If you lose your purpose… it's like your broken.”

“Someone else's vision will never be as good as your own vision of your self. Live and die with it 'cause in the end it’s all you have. Lose it and you lose yourself and everything else. I should have listened to myself.”

“Every time you love someone, you put not just
your faith in them, but your faith in everything
to the test.”

“I know you understand the little child inside of your man.”