Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

I smiled. She smiled. I believed the smile.

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

And I put the latte down on a table, awash in the happy middle of my greatest adventure.

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

Without pain, we couldn't know joy.

But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.