“And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not.”

“Do you remember the last thing you said to me? The last thing you did to me? And what was the last thing I said to you? Because trust me when I said it I knew it was the last thing I’d ever say.”

“That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.”

“His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed.He's letting me go.I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me.A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out.And I did find out.And I'm sorry.”

“That is all that happened. Why did you hear something else?”

“Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.”

“There will come a time,” I said, “when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this”—I gestured encompassingly—“will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.” – Hazel Grace Lancaster”