I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue. ...No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever.

Instructions for Adam Look after no one except yourself. Go to university and make lots of friends and get drunk. Forget your door keyes. Laugh. Eat pot-noodles for breakfast. Miss lectures. Be irresponsible.

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

Do you want this to be a love story?

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

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