You made her apologize for sickness. For her courage. You made her feel sorry for dying.
The natural world is so adaptable...So adaptable you wonder what's natural.
Its a very 18th-century thing to have a book broken into several volumes.
I could see my face, crying, in her blank eye.
Then it was this big thing. She was like, 'I never want to see you again', and I was like, 'Fine. Okay? Fine. Then get some special goggles.
And I realize that the decision to be human is not one single instant, but is a thousand choices made very day. It is choices we make every second and requires constant vigilance. We have to fight to remain human.