“Thin, without fever, not cold, not warm, with empty eyes, without a shirt, the young man under the stuffed quilt heaves himself up, hangs around my throat and whispers in my ear, "Doctor, let me die.”

“But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue....No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever.”

“Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.”

“Seize the day or die regretting the time you lostIt's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache overI see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with timeBut I'm too young to worryThese's streets we traveled on will undergo our same lost past”

“You," he whispered his eyes warm and fixated on me, "hold my heart captive."I nodded solemnly before murmuring my reply. "And I'll never let it go.”

“Without knowing how to calculate the odds on such matters, it seems improbably to me that God would have whispered the meaning of my life into the ear of some guru or authority.”