“My eyes darted between them, and even thoygh I was brimming with questions, it's like I had so many I had no idea where to begin. All I knew for sure was that I was going back.Back to the earth plane.The glorious earth plane!”

“It was the first time I had spoken to them directly. In doing so, I felt myself cross a fine but very distinct line, the line between speculating about the existence of a metaphysical plane of some sort and climbing aboard for the ride. I knew I had let go of my sanity. It was terrifying. I only did it because my fear of what was happening to my body had become greater than my fear of holding on to rational beliefs.”

“I don't think I had even begun to have an idea where I was going, but wherever it was, that was where I wanted to go.”

“What about volcanoes?""What about them?""All that lava comes up from center of the earth where it is all hot. I saw a program, it had David Attenborough, so it's true.”

“I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood. ”

“Cancer. The word meant the same to me as tsunami or piranha. I had never seen them; I wasn't even quite sure what they were, but I knew they were bad and I knew in many cases they were deadly.”