The world is an inherently unfair place.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.

You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.

You are a beautiful person, Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you devote all of your future energy to living, you will not be able to die well. You must begin to shift gears, a little at a time. Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.