Tommy Wallach

People talked about their days being numbered, but really, everything

was numbered. Every movie you watched was the last time you’d watch that movie, or the second-to-last time, or the third-to-last. Every kiss was one kiss closer to your last kiss

That was the problem with a death-sentence cancer prognosis—the end of the world was already coming. But didn’t it bum him out a little bit that his daughter would never grow old enough to have kids, or see Europe, or drink legally? Wasn’t that worth a few tears

Whatever it is, it’s not worth it.’”