The nurse knocked softly on the door of the examining room and wheeled in a shiny silver tray displaying neatly arranged instruments of torture.

Your lot in life? A lot is something you draw, like straws. It's chance. You didn't get this life by chance. You chose it on purpose. If you're dissatisfied from it, you can change it.

The nurse knocked softly on the door of the examining room and wheeled in a shiny silver tray displaying neatly arranged instruments of torture.

Yes, I was good at reading people. I studied them so I could put them in my novels.

Love isn’t something you have to deserve.

Or that I couldn't stand to watch anything bad happen to you, because it was like it was happening to me too. Is that love?

But you can’t live your life worried about dying all the time. If you do, you’re dead already.