Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?

What have you done? What have you given up?' So many things, Cecily. More than you know.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

There’s a limit to how much living can be done in a life without freedom.

We'll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we're young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We'll grow until we're braver. We'll grow until our bones ache and our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white, and until our hearts decide, at last, that it's time to stop.

Things will get worse before they get better.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.