“This is my report on how to live... They say the best way is just to live one day at a time... If you try to live seven days at a time, the week will be over before you know it...”

“Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?”

“You only have one day at a time to live, so live it and choose well!”

“Mama told me to make a special point to remember the best times of my life. There are so many hard things to live through, and latching on to the good things will give you strength to endure, she says. So I must remember this day. It is beautiful and this seems like the best time to live and the best place”

“Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days until I'm free and away from all these people and their sliding superficial lives brushing past one another gliding, gliding, gliding from life to death. For them there's hardly a change between the two.”

“How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only?For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'? ”