You can tell it any way you want, but that's the way it is. I should have done it and I didn’t. And some part of me has never quit within I could go back. And I can't. I didn’t know you could steal your own life. And I didn’t know that it would bring you no more benefit than about anything else you might steal. I think I'm done the best with it, I knew how, but it still wasn’t mine. It never has been.

No Country for Old Men