And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

Happy endings? The only ending life allows us is death, and that’s rarely happy. So, until my happy death, I have to fill my life: fill it with monochrome feels and leading ladies.

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

The judge arrived half an hour later with the file he had collected from his office on the way, signed several papers, had Sam sign them, the matron witness them; Josh cried, Norm cried, she cried, the judge grinned, and Timmie waved his teddy bear at the judge with a broad grin as they wheeled into the elevator. "So long!" he shouted, and when the doors closed, the judge was laughing and crying too.

You've done so many things and read so many books. Do you still believe in happy endings?"
"Oh my Lord, yes." Bernadette's hands were pressed against each other like a book, like a prayer. "I guess I would. I've had about a hundred of them.