“For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone.”

“Look up at the stars and you're gone.”

“For a moment, he looks back at me, and his farewell is in his smile. Then he turns to the stars. And he is gone.”

“You know what the best part of the stars is?""What's that?""They're the same no matter what sky you're standing under. I mean...yeah, they might move or look like they're in a different place, but they're the same stars.""Yeah? So?""So even if you're apart from someone you want to be with, you can look up at the stars and know they're looking at the same ones.”

“And as I looked at the star, I realised what millions of other people have realised when looking at stars. We’re tiny. We don’t matter. We’re here for a second and then gone the next. We’re a sneeze in the life of the universe.”

“We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.”