Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom.

He's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. We're stuck. That's what growing up is all about, I guess.

But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.

What I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures.

I'm not scared, if that's what you're wondering. The moment of death is full of sound and warmth and light shooting away, arcing up and up and up, and if singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing... The rest you have to find out for yourself.

There is no before. There is only now, and what comes next.

I've learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like I'm listening when I'm not, pretend to be calm and happy when I'm really freaking out. It's one of the skills you perfect as you get older