And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.

How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.

Without pain, we couldn't know joy.

It's bad for your brain not to unplug.

Also, it was a bit hopeless," he said. "A bit defeatist." "If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree." "I don't think defeatism is honest, " Dad answered. "I refuse to accept that.

I always had this idea that you should never give up a happy middle in the hopes of a happy ending, because there is no such thing as a happy ending. Do you know what I mean? There is so much to lose.

Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.