“You see. No shock. No engulfment. No tearing assunder. What you feared would come like an explosion is like a whisper. What you thought was the end is the beginning.”

“I feel like this is the beginning,
Though I've loved you for a million years,
And if I thought our love was ending,
I'd find myself drowning in my own tears.”

“If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.”

“What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?”

“If it's not exactly like you thought it would be, you think it's a failure. What about the spectrum of colors in between.”

“Would you like to go with me
Down my dead end street?
Would you like to come with me
To village ghetto land?”

“All fear comes from trying to see the future, Biff. If you know what is coming, you aren't afraid.”

“Like what you see?”

“What happens to you at the board begins to feel like it's happening to you in person.”

“What are you?" I whispered.
He shrugged again.
"Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that.”