“You know," my father said sprinkling nutmeg on his brandy Alexander, "if you sniff too much nutmeg, you could die.""You can die from anything, really," my mother said "You can die from eating too many apricots.""How many apricots?" I said, afraid that the World's Most Pathetic Death could happen to me.”

“Please don't die," she whispered. "I don't think I can bury you. I already buried everyone else." "How can I die," Alexander said, his voice breaking, "when you have poured your immortal blood into me?”

“You remember too much,my mother said to me recently.Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?”

“You know, everybody dies. My parents died. Your father died. Everybody dies. I'm going to die too. So will you. The thing is, to have a life before we die. It can be a real adventure having a life”

“You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again.""I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time.""I've been thinking about you, too.""I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know.""I know. Everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.”

“Apricots are like cute furry pets you can eat—legally.”