Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed. Let them all go. The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments. All gathering towards this one.

You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

Do you want this to be a love story?

Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

Nurses never tell you what they know. They're hired for their cheeriness and the thickness of their hair. They need to look alive and healthy, to give the patients something to aim for.

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.