If you want a girl to like you, you have to listen like a woman and love like a man.

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

No, really. I free you.' I don't want to be free.

There's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere down in the house, a door opens and shuts. As Zoey turns to face me, I realize that life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.

I want you to be with me in the dark. To hold me. To keep loving me. To help me when I get scared. To come right to the edge and see what's there.

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.

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.