I've learned quite a lot, over the years, by avoiding what I was supposed to be learning.

At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.

Now that I am dead, I know everything.

Toast is me. I am toast.

I have a big following among the biogeeks of this world. Nobody ever puts them in books.

... all this talking, this rather liquid confessing, was something I didn't think I could ever bring myself to do. It seemed foolhardy to me, like an uncooked egg deciding to to come out of its shell: there would be a risk of spreading out too far, turning into a formless puddle.

I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance. If it’s a story I’m telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it. I can pick up where I left off.