Barry, the world isn’t different because you changed the timeline. Change happens. Tragedy happens. People make choices, and those choices affect everyone else. You’re not a god, Barry.
When you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different. Someone better. When that person is taken from you, what do you become then?
You’re adopted, and we don’t talk about that enough. ‘Cause to me, you are every part my son. Maybe I don’t want you to feel like you stand out. But I need you to know something. I want you to stand out. I want all of you to be as different as you can possibly be. In all the best ways. I love you as much as a human heart can, kiddo. You are an exceptional young man.[to Randall]
Some of us are just the same, rotten or kind in one reality, rotten or kind in the next, but most people are different, depending on whether they have food in their belly or they’re hungry, safe or scared.
Women age differently than men do. In a man, the left ventricle, the one that pumps red blood into the body, gets larger, thicker as he gets older. In a woman, it shrinks. I am now more than a century old. My heart must be just a few karats at this point. There is room there for very little, so what still fits inside means more to me than ever. It means everything. The last 100 years of my immortal life have been a lie. The illusion of control. In truth, I have controlled nothing. I have surrounded myself with fools and flatterers, put my trust in those who could not be trusted. Enemies without. Enemies within. It is time to construct something new. Something durable. With fortifications of iron, stone and steel. I will not be ruled. I will not be managed.