Predict the inevitable", she said, "and you're bound to be right one day.

It was the hubris of each generation to think this anew, to think that their time was special, that all things would come to an end with them.

Ever since I was twelve, I dreamed of being an author. I just never had the fortitude to see any of my stories through to completion. I would start a book, get a few chapters in, and grow bored or get distracted by something else.

It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.

It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.

Sometimes a thing needed opening before closure was found.

"What we control," Juliette said, "is our actions once fate puts us there."