And in bed, deep inside the building, are all the headaches that won't go away. The failed kidneys, the rashes, the ragged-edged moles, the lumps on the breast, the coughs that have turned nasty. In the Marie Curie Ward on the fourth floor are the kids with cancer. Their bodies secretly and slowly being consumed. And then there's the mortuary, where the dead lie in refrigerated drawers with name tags on their feet.

It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.

The light is heart-breaking.

When I first saw Ellie, I knew it was her-- she was my fantasy. I didn't want it to be true, but every time I met her it was obvious, and the funny thing was that she was better than the fantasy, like I got more stuff than I'd imagined.

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

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

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