My life held endless prospects, and I could’ve lived it so many different ways.

Perhaps it wasn’t age but what you were capable of, the lengths to which you were willing to go to get what you wanted, that mattered most.

If you’re going to have a life worth living, you have to take risks.

I still can’t believe that people can exist and then not exist, from one second to the next. And when they’re gone, all they are is an accumulation of things. They’re reduced to whatever possessions they leave behind.

The world is far less random than it appears. Once you started paying attention, patterns emerged where before you only saw chaos.

I want you to remember this, when everything around you appears to be falling to pieces, when it all seems lost: the world belongs to those who stick around and tough it out.

Her father had always told her that the things people hate most in others are likely the things they hate in themselves.

There are moments in your life that you will remember forever, no matter how bad your recall, no matter how deep you sink into dementia.

Trust your gut, and don’t let fear get the best of you.

But you can't prove God exists. And isn't that what all science is ultimately about? Proving theories about the universe?""Provability is not truth, Caro. Godel's incompleteness theorem tells us that, if we didn't already know it intuitively, which we do.