I’ve done some things in my life I’m not proud of, but this is the first time I’ve ever felt in real danger of hell.

We each owe a death. There are no exceptions. But, oh, God, sometimes the Green Mile seems so long.

I’m tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I’m tired of never having me a buddy to be with, to tell me where we’s going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world, every day. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head, all the time.

Please, boss, don’t put that thing over my face, don’t put me in the dark. I’s afraid of the dark.

You can’t hide what’s in your heart.