You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.

A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.

Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit. 'Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.

Just remember, what the French say. No, probably not the French, they've got a president or something. The Brits, maybe, or the Swedes. You know what I mean?""No, Matthew. What do they say?""The king is dead, that's what they say. The king is dead. Long live the king.

I think maybe Hell is a place. But you don't have to stay anywhere forever.

You’re always you, and that don’t change, and you are always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

How old are you?""About fifteen, I think. Though I still feel the same as I always did," Bod said, but Mother Slaughter interrupted, "And I still feels like I done when I was a tiny slip of a thing, making daisy chains in the old pasture. You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Nothing's ever the same," she said. "Be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.