Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.

Don't let thoughts of me hold you back. Just do what you want to do. Otherwise, I might end up taking you with me, and that is the one thing I don't want to do. I don't want to interfere with your life.

As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

Still, in the end, we all die just the same.

It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well.