We carry with us, as human beings, not just the capacity to be kind, but the very choice of kindness.

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you.

You don't need your eyes to love. You just feel it inside you.

Learning who you are is what you're here to do.

Some things you just can't explain. You don't even try. You don't know where to start. All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you opened your mouth. Any words you used would come out wrong.

A big sister who cries over being human over you. A gravelly voiced kid who's friends left him over you. And a pink-haired girl who keeps your picture in her wallet.

I actually like how doctors talk. I like the sound of science. I like how words you don't understand explain things you can't understand.