Janice Edgecombe Quotes in The Green Mile
“My poor old guy,” she repeated, and then: “Talk to him.”
“Yes. Talk to him. Find out what he wants.”
I thought about it, then nodded. She was right. She usually was.
John saved me, too, and years later, standing in the pouring Alabama rain and looking for a man who wasn't there in the shadows of an underpass, standing amid the spilled luggage and the ruined dead, I learned a terrible thing: sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.