Paul Edgecomb

On the day of my judgment... when I stand before God... and he asks me why did I. Did I kill one of his true miracles... what am I going to say? That it was my job?

— Your name is John Coffey?
— Yes, sir, boss. Like the drink, only not spelt the same.

And I think about all of us walking our own Green Mile... each in our own time.

You`ll die too. And my curse is knowing that I`ll be there to see it.

What happens on the Mile, stays on the Mile. Always has.

I guess sometimes the past just catches up with you... whether you want it to or not.

The man is mean and careless and stupid... and that's a bad combination in a place like this.