“You can not escape death: the end always reach you.”

“However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.”

“You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.”

“You're mental. I always knew you were.”

“We all know that everything will end some day, but we can not let that slow us. We must not let that stop us from living. ”

“It's okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don't know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody talks about it.”

“Are you the same? Is it only afterward that you think of what you should have said, the killer response,the put-down that would make them stay put down?”