"How do we know this isn't exactly what was meant to happen? That out of everyone on Flight 180, you, me and Carter were meant to live. Maybe that was the design all along."

"Next stop, it's you..."

"I'll see you soon."

"Death is coming."

"But remember the risk of cheating the plan...disrespecting the plan could incite a fury that could terrorize even the Grim Reaper. And you don't even wanna fuck with that MacDaddy."

"Can you cheat Death?"

"Face your deepest fears...before they face you."

"No accidents. No coincidences. No escapes. You can't cheat Death."

"[Reading his memorial speech.] We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast. But when we say this, we imagine that the hour is placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun, or that death could arrive this same afternoon—this afternoon, which is so certain, and which has every hour filled in advance."

"Death doesn't take "no" for an answer."

"Most people have dreams. For Alex, this is real."

"Death is not the end."

"The mortician said that Death has a design. Okay. I'm talking about omens. How do we know that just by sitting here, by sipping this coffee, or breathing the air, or even crossing the intersection, that we haven't started in motion the events that will some day lead to our death—forty years from now, ten years from now, tomorrow? We don't. Unless we open ourselves up to the signs it's willing to show us."