“I blinked and cured my brain.”
“I have a disease? Bullshit. I cured it with my brain.”
“Cured yesterday of my disease,I died last night of my physician.”
“I saw that vigil now as necessary, a prerequisite for my insides to harden and cure just like the willow of a cricket bat must cure to be ready for a lifetime of knocks.”
“I’m not the Hana everyone told me I would be after my cure.”
“Were the earth smooth, our brains would be smooth as well; we would wake, blink, walk two steps to get the whole picture, and lapse into a dreamless sleep.”