“I’m nobody. I’m just a tiny little character in the big book of your life. And you’re right. People do die. All of them. Bar none. So what does it even mean? I call someone crazy because not everybody is crazy. I call someone brilliant because not everyone is brilliant. But everybody dies. Squirrels die. Tress die. Skin cells die and your inner organs die and the person you were yesterday’s dead too. So what does it mean to die? Not much.”
