The Hard City

I have one message to send before I die, and that is:
It is impossible to see the future, unless you are a time-traveller, a witch, or an extremely lucky psychopath.
I've had the infinite pleasure of meeting all three.
But if you think you know what will happen to you, you are only lying to yourself.
I can only pray you learn from my faults, but you and I are no time-travellers, and reassuring you would only be telling you the same lies your mother and father told you in your crib.
No one lives forever, and the angel of death is fair in his pickings.
Even if the devil is not.
I thought I would live forever.