That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

People talk about the courage of cancer patients, and I do not deny that courage. I had been poked and stabbed and poisoned for years, and still I trod on. But make no mistake: In that moment, I would have been very, very happy to die.

feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.