He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.
You'll live forever in our hearts, big man. That particularly galled me, because it implied the immortality of those left behind: You will live forever in my memory, because I will live forever! I AM YOUR GOD NOW, DEAD BOY! I OWN YOU!
Suffering is universal.
Go spit in the face of our inevitable obsolescence and finish your @#$&ng novel.
Once you think a thought, it is extremely difficult to unthink it.
The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing.