People love the way they're capable of loving-but that's not always how you want them to love or how you think they should love.

Loss teaches you to figure things out as they come along.

It's one thing to show your love for someone when everything is going fine and life is smooth. But when the 'in sickness and in health' part kicks in and sickness does enter your lives, you're tested. Your resilience is tested.

You have to separate yourself from your parents. You do. In order to find yourself.

And as far as false hope, there is no such thing. There is only hope or the absence of hope - nothing else.

I did what most writers do when something happens that's overwhelming, fascinating, moving, all of that. I didn't know what else to do about it except write about it.

it ultimately doesn't matter which disease gnaws away at the body - it looks the same. The flesh surrenders, grows exhausted, and the eyes ask why.