I am every age, up to my own.

All that happens when your dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn't what you thought.

What will you do with the time you have left?

We cannot stop what Heaven chooses.

I know I cannot undo this. None of us can undo what we’ve done, or relive a life already recorded.

I hope you never hear those words. Your mom. She died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart.

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.