Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.

And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats in a pulse. But I will be first to leave it. That's what I've been promised. When we were children, did he dare to imagine an empty space beside him where I then stood giggling, blowing soap bubbles through my fingers? When I die, will he be sorry that he loved me? Sorry that we were twins? Maybe he already is.

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

Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

There's a sort of dead passion in him. A spark that, had he more years to live, would be a wildfire.

Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.