What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay. - Cormac McCarthy

Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.

I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that's just about the best kind of luck you can have.

The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.