Young Ned realized he wasn’t like the other children: nor was he like anyone else, for that matter. Young Ned could touch dead things and bring them back to life. (…) Young Ned has become the pie-maker. The peaches never brown, the dead fruit in his hand becomes ripe with everlasting flavor as long as he only touches it once.
“I was somebody before I came in here. I was somebody with a life that I chose for myself and now, now it’s just about getting through the day without crying. And I’m scared, I’m still scared. I’m scared that I’m not myself in here and I’m scared that I am. Other people aren’t the scariest part of prison, it’s coming face-to-face with who you really are, because once you’re behind these walls, there’s nowhere to run.”
“The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. (…) This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play, that’s up to you.”
“Speaking of which, if you’re particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this - this is Vicodin. It’s mine. You can’t have any. And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem…but who knows? Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m too stoned to tell. So who wants me?”
“Have you ever had to kill people because they had already killed your friends and were coming for you next? Have you ever done things that made you feel afraid of yourself afterward? Have you ever been covered in so much blood that you didn’t know if it was yours or walkers’ or your friends’? Huh?…. Then you don’t know.”
No young man, no matter how great, can know his destiny. He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold. Like everyone, he must live and learn. And so it shall be for the young warlock arriving at the gates of Camelot. A boy that will in time father a legend. His name… Merlin.
“Do you really think all this… is an accident? That we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence, especially this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason”
“Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way we ask for forgiveness. It’s the best anyone can do”