Ma'am," Augustus said, nodding toward her, "Your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.

but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.

I even tried to tell myself to live my best life today.

But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail