How I love a happy ending.
ALL STORIES MUST COME TO AN END. MORE OFTEN THAN NOT. IT SHALL BE IN HORRIFIC TRAGEDY.
Maybe so, in the very, very grand scheme of things. But that’s just all the better a reason to enjoy the ones that don’t, isn’t it?
BORING. BORING AND LAME. TERRIBLE ANSWER. TRAGEDY IS WHAT MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND. THE PITCH HEART OF PARADOX SPACE KEEP ON BEATING. TRAGEDY IS THE DEFINITION OF WHAT TRULY MATTERS. IF YOU INSIST ON KEEPING YOUR VISION LOCKED ON SUCH TERRIBLE VIEWS. YOUR END WILL BE THAT OF THE MOST MEANINGLESS SPECK DISINTEGRATING IN THE WIND.
Darling, believe me, I am far from unversed on tragedy! I’ve orchestrated a few myself. I never said I didn’t enjoy them, merely that I have a taste for the opposite as well. My picture is complete. And besides, one man’s tragedy is another’s happy ending.