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

Please do not leave me, he thought. He could not bear a world without Alli. He realized how much he relied on her from morning until night. She was his only conversation. His only smile. She prepared their meager food and always offered it to him first, even though he insisted she eat before he did. THey leaned on each other at sunsets. Holding her as they slept felt like his last connection to humanity.

I'm being made aware of my mortality all the time.

You can't get stuck on what should have happened. That doesn't help you.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.

when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.