This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.

Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide.

You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn up yours again. Everyone buys a bigger stereo system. This is the arms race of sound. You don't win with a lot of treble.

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

What I did was pour out about a gallon of Chanel Number Five and put a burning wedding invitation to it, and boom, I'm recycling.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.