There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick.
We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?
Every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they're going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what's the point in them being happy now if they're going to be sad later? And the answer is, of course, because they're going to be sad later.
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.
If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.