But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.

Why do you say vague things if you don't want to be asked about them?

Peter would probably throw a party if I stopped breathing.' 'Well,' he says, 'I would only go if there was cake.

Sleep,” he says. “I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.” “With what?” “My bare hands, obviously.

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

What makes you different, makes you dangerous.