I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.

She was becoming sad. There is no joy involved in following others' expectations of yourself

I wondered if it was possible to donate my body to science before I was actually dead. I wondered if a disease were to be named after me what the symptoms would be.

I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

It’s hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God’s will. It’s hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you’re not supposed to have emptiness.

If, along the way, something is gained, then something will also be lost.

It was the first time that we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other.