‎"I know what’s coming. I know no one beats these odds. And it’s a matter of getting used to that and growing up and realizing that you’re expelled from your mother’s uterus, as if shot from a canon, towards a barn door studded with old nail files and rusty hooks. It’s a matter of how you use up the intervening time in an intelligent and ironic way and try not to do anything ghastly to your fellow creatures."