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We're not going to space because we're afraid of aliens.
We're going because we're scared we're alone.
It's an awfully big universe to be alone in.

Death isn't fair.
No, death is a slow drum. It counts every beat. We can't haggle with it for more time.

It hurts less and less. That's the good thing about forgetting things. You forget the things that hurt too.

It feels like constantly searching in your pockets. First you lose the small things, then it's the big ones. It starts with keys and it ends with people.

The only time you've failed is if you don't try once more

Those who hasten to live are in a hurry to miss