You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.
And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.
Mahoney: You have to live. Mr. Magorium: Darlin'...I have.
Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.
No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.
Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.