“Isn’t it strange how we always seem to remember the trivial things from our daily lives... yet we so often forget the most important ones?”

“And sometimes we die to prove that we lived.”

“Life is like a book son. And every book has an end. No matter how much you like that book you will get to the last page and it will end. No book is complete without its end. And once you get there, only when you read the last words, will you see how good the book is.”

“It takes some time and a lot of looking around, but you eventually find that your home is a lot more than just the house you live in.”

“… that’s what friends do. They care. They find each other and stick together when things get rough. Friends are worth the effort.”

“People die every day. That was the most comforting thought Brás had while all the obituaries he wrote at the newspaper flashed before him. He just realized that, even when he’s not writing about it, people will keep dying. Isn’t it funny how easily forget about work the moment they leave for the day? Isn’t it strange how we always seem to remember the trivial things from our daily lives, yet we so often forget the most important ones?”

“My dreams tell me who I am.”