Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.

You think it's so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain't.

- Ain't no one ever told you yet? I recon I thought you've all figured out.- What? - That all this stuff about happy-endings is lies. The only ending in this world is death.

He may not have been born with guts, but he didn't have to die without them.