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.

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

I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars

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.

Don't pretend to care. I don't need you as an anesthetic.