“The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.”

“You don’t have to con­trol ev­ery­thing,” she says. “You can’t con­trol ev­ery­thing.”

“Most ev­ery­thing else I know is from the mess­es these peo­ple leave be­hind.”

“Ev­ery­thing you re­mem­ber is wrong.”

“Ev­ery­thing they be­lieved in turned out to be wrong.”

“Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.”

“Since change is con­stant, you won­der if peo­ple crave death be­cause it’s the on­ly way they can get any­thing re­al­ly fin­ished.”