The nurses, I have already learned, are the ones who give us the answers we’re desperate for. Unlike the doctors, who fidget like they need to be somewhere else, the nurses patiently answer us as if we are the first set of parents to ever have this kind of meeting with them, instead of the thousandth.

Who spit in your porridge?

eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you

Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?

When your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

Is it really worth dying for the person you love?

You can be strapped to the most stable chair and still feel the world give way beneath you.