When you put yourself in the place of knowing that good things are coming to you, and you’re not trying to define the avenue through which they come, then you’re much more general, and therefore you’re much less resistant, and therefore you’re much more willing to allow it to come.
What’s with all these death questions? Maybe, I can be found by a harem of sirens that can sing to me and pet my head. I could become their sex slave and populate mermaid land with redneck fish people.
Norman, on his preferred way for Daryl to meet his end on The Walking Dead