I hated hurting him. Most of the time, I could forget about it, but the inexorable truth is this: They might be glad to have me around, but I was the alpha and the omega of my parents' suffering.

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked. How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?

Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward the heavens and shouted, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS.

If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?

That was the worst part about having cancer, sometimes: The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.