We're all dying. The world's just one big hospice with fresh air.
Our beliefs don't make us better people. Our actions make us better people.
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6 quotesNothing to be scared of. Just going to sleep. Finally, true, restful sleep.
Horace Derwent was the last one, confetti on his suit. He said "Great party, isn't it?" Shit-eating grin on his face 'til I pulled out a box for him. That grin went fast.
We never wanted to see snow again, so we lived in Florida. Tiny place, but it was comfortable and we were happy. I mean, we were grieving. We were traumatized. But there was happiness, too. And she-- She would look away. She'd look at me, but she'd always look away after a second or two. Took me a while to notice it, but after the overlook, she wouldn't look me in the eyes. Not for long. I couldn't figure it out. It was you. She saw your eyes in me and she'd have to look away. It tortured her to have to do that, so I fixed it. I fixed it for her and it was the last time I ever used it. So that she wouldn't see you anymore when she looked at me. I was 20 when she died. And back then, I saw when someone was gonna die. I saw flies. Black flies. "Death flies," I called them, circling people's faces. And in those last weeks, she was covered... Her whole face. I could barely see her eyes. And I... I tried to comfort her, but I could hardly look at her. And she saw that. She just lay there dying, with her son who couldn't look at her.
I have to close the door behind us, right?
Shine on, Abra Stone. You shine on.
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5 scenesI'm not scared of hell, Doc. I-- I lived a decent life. Don't think there is such a place, anyway. I guess I'm scared... That there's nothing. There was nothing before, so what if there's nothing after?
We don't end, Charlie. I know that for certain. I don't know much else, but I know that we don't end.
Hey, it never occurred to me to ask you back then: What happens to them in those boxes? Do they die in there?
Do you care?
I missed you.
Has it been a long time? Can't tell. This world is a dream of a dream to me now.
Eight years. A little more.
Last time I saw you, you was at the bottom. You look better now.
Why are you here?
I'm here because it all comes 'round. Ka is a wheel, Doc. You listen, son. It hurts to be here, so I'll only say it once. These empty devils ever found you when you was a tyke? If they had even sniffed you? You'd be long dead. They're on the land like a cancer on the skin. Once they rode camels in the desert, once they drove caravans across Eastern Europe. They eat screams and drink pain. And they've noticed that little girl. They might kill her. Might turn her. Or might keep her 'til she's all used up and that'd be worst of all. You can't let 'em.
Why me?
Because she found you! Because she showed up! Hell, Doc, why me? You just walked on into my kitchen one day, I'm still on the hook!
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Get her what she asked for. You won't see me again, Doc. This is my last dream. It seems to me you grew up fine, son. But you still owe a debt. Pay it.
Man takes a drink. The drink takes a drink. And then the drink takes the man. Ain't it so, Dad?
Medicine. Medicine is what it is. Bonafide cure-all. Depression, stress, remorse, failure, it wipes it all away. The mind is a blackboard. And this is the eraser. A man tries. He provides. But he's surround by mouths that eat and scream and cry and nag. So he asks for one thing, just one thing for him. To warm him up. To take the sting out of those mouths eating and eating and eating everything he makes, everything he has. And that family. A wife. A kid. Those mouths eat time. They eat your days on Earth. They just gobble them up. It's enough to make a man sick. And this is the medicine. So tell me, pup... are you gonna take your medicine?
I'm not!
You must be lonely. Being the last one, I mean the last one in the world.
Oh, sweetie, I'm not the last, far from it. I'm just the prettiest.
What's in those? Something special, huh?
They're not special. They're starving!
