No doesn't mean to Marcus what it means to those without money and a car.

How ugly we must look to them, spilling light into every dark corner to push back the shadows, blinding ourselves to the true beauty of emptiness.

When we died, the only things we’d leave behind of importance were our deeds. Our corpses would rot and our treasured belongings would wind up in someone else’s house or in a landfill. Our clothes don’t tell the stories of our lives, and no one would remember what kind of dishes we had. But they’d remember the thing we’ve done. Our actions would live on and tell the stories of our lives long after we’d vanished from the earth.

If you knew the world was ending, and you had the chance to stop it, would you?”“Of course. [...] Why do you ask?”“Oh,” I said. “It’s for a school project.”“That’s interesting.”I shook my head. “Not really. Like I said: it’s just a school thing.”Zooey turned toward me, giving me her undivided attention. “Not the question—the fact that you’d even need to ask.