I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.

“How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imit…”

“What would his father do then? Go on, Johnny supposed. People had a way of doin…”

“Todos cayeron del árbol y se rompieron el brazo alguna vez, todos recuerdan lo …”

“So what, ghosts can't hurt you. That's what I thought then.”