Cole Sear: Some magic's real.

I have not discussed that with anybody in the organization, to this point, so where that came from I don't know,

What a strange world this was, that I could come here to lose everything about myself, and instead lose everything but me. It was possible that I’d thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God’s fence. It would be, after all, a divinely ironic punishment to watch me learn to care and then destroy the things I cared about.

Oh. That. Look, that was a time long time ago.
That’s not going to happen this time. I’m clean. I just want to have a nice dinner here with my girlfriend.

Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.