Lil had always believed that a person's duty was to make the best of the hand they were dealt. No use wondering what might have been, she used to say, all that matters is what is.

Ah, well. Life's too short for moderation, wouldn't you say?

There’s something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you’re inside them the noise, the reality of the teeming city beyond, disappears; it’s just outside the door, but it might as well be a magical land far, far away.

Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.

A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven

. . . companions were to be valued, wherever one found them.

She did as she felt, and she felt a great deal.