“We've had this conversation before, but humor me. How many people in this room have a soul? A shot at heaven, or whatever there is after this life.”
“How many people are we going to lose before the universe decides we've had enough?" Carly asked me. I didn't answer, but if I had known what was coming I would have said, "All of them.”
“For how many generations now had his people been turning their backs on things? How long had they sat in their living rooms and watched other people die?”
“And when we die,Will we be that disappointed or sad?If Heaven doesn't exist,What will we have missed?This life is the best we've ever had.”
“That is the moral of this story, kids. No matter how many people try to stomp on your happiness, you have the power to do whatever you want with your life.”
“How many people have never raised their hand before?”