Night falls fast. Today is the past.

I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.

"You are fairly smart," I said after a while. "You are fairly good at compliments," he answered.

You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.

It must be some book," she said as she knelt down next to the bed..."Did that boy give it to you?" She asked out of nowhere. "By 'it' do you mean herpes?" "You are too much," Mom said, "The book, Hazel. I mean the book.