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“Who knows when the end is reached? Death may be the beginning of life. How do I know that love of life is not a delusion after all? How do I know that he who dreads to die is as a child who has lost the way and cannot find his way home? How do I know that the dead repent of having previously clung to life?”

“Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?”

“Who knows, maybe I'm just a stubborn jerk? Maybe the other people who do stuff they don't want to do, maybe they're doing the right thing. Who am I to say? I'm just doing my thing and being myself, and I've been given the incredible, fortunate opportunity to play roles that I frickin' care about and enjoy playing. And it might not last forever. That's okay. That's what it is.”

“Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix & a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there. Missing. Back-ordered. No tengo. Vaya con dios. Grow up! Small is better. Take what you can get.”

“Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose. We are even free to choose the wrong thing.”

“Who let you in?” The boy didn’t look at her, but lowered his voice and said, “Get out!” His tone was fierce, but Zhu Yan recognized that his voice was shaking and his shoulders were trembling, as if he was trying his best to endure some great pain. She couldn’t help but move over while asking, “What’s the matter with you?… Are you sick?” When she got closer, she couldn’t help but remain speechless: “Oh, my God!… Why are you crying?” The beautiful brother sat facing the stone wall, pale, with tears in the corners of his eyes; his hands on his knees trembled slightly, clenched into fists, and the back of his hands was dripping with blood. On the stone wall in front of him, one by one densely packed, there was full of his bloody palm prints!”