I can’t escape from what I did and what it meant, the full extent of which I’m only now beginning to grasp.
Now, father, you’re living in the past. This is the 14th century!
There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.
You asked me if you were a good man. And the answer is, I don’t know. But I think you try to be and I think that’s probably the point.
Something’s missing. I don’t know what it contains, I don’t know what it represents, I don’t know what it is. But there are traces and shadows of it everywhere.
The Lion King + scenery
Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom. A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.
You know, you wreck everything you touch. Why not try and make something for a change?
Don’t you want to take a leap of faith? Or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone!