“The end of all things--a book, a life, a summer, a marriage, the last bite of cake, the last of innocence lost, a love affair--is always sad, at least a little bit sad, because it is the end, the end of that.”

“What I'm trying to explain to my sulky little cousin is that we are doing things backwards. We are going from the end of the river to the start of the river. And endings are always sad. We are doing the sad bit first, which is wrong. Strange.”

“Does it ever make you sad?""Does what?""The Sunset,""Sad? Nah, I think it's peaceful.""Not to me. I've always found it depressing.""How so?""I guess because it's the end. I hate endings.""Not all endings are bad though. I think of sunsets more as a clean slate. Besides, they're beautiful... like you""Beautiful things never last.”

“And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.”

“I always rip out the last page of a book, then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings.”

“I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.”