Every few years we disappear, Zoey. All our cells are replaced by others. Not a single bit of me is the same as when I was last in this room.

Is this how it is for everyone?' she whispered. 'No.' 'How do you know?' 'I just do. I've never felt this with anyone before.' 'Serious?' 'Serious. That isn't a line.' 'Kiss me,' she said. He did. Everywhere.

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.

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

We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.

She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.