Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.
It is in the turmoil of chaos that we discover what, if anything, we are.
Everybody dies. What matters is what you do between now and when it happens to you.
I love you Ender. More than ever. No matter what you decide.
All the stories are fictions. What matters is which fiction you believe.