“Everyone says I talk a lot." He shrugs. "But what am I supposed to do when I have so much to say?”

“I forewarn you, this will be a rather long talk. I am an old man. I do not know how much longer I will live, and so I want to say what I have to say, while I have the strength to say it. ...Having been warned, some of you will wish to get comfortable. Pleasant dreams.”

“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?”

“I don't have much to say to that. I mean, I have a lot to say, so I don't say anything.”

“But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.”

“Well, I guess I don't say much, unless I've got something to say. Makes me not a lot of fun at parties. I'm really not great with small talk."Gavin shrugged. "A lot of people feel like they have to fill every silence with noise, no matter how meaningless. I think it's interesting to find someone who isn't afraid of a little quiet.”