If I learnt anything at all about terminal illness in my research, it's that the experience is different for everyone. I do believe that life becomes concentrated when it's boundaried and that death is the biggest boundary of all.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.

Sometimes if you want something badly enough, you can make it happen. If you miss someone so desperately that it wrecks your insides, you say their name over and over until you conjure then. It's called sympathetic magic and you just have to believe in it to make it work.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

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