i know you hurtin' and worryin'. i can feel it on you. but you oughta quit on it now. i want it over and done with. i do. i'm tired, boss. tired of bein' 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, or 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. can you understand?

the green mile