“I may give up on life one day, but that doesn’t mean my clones will just roll over and die. There are just too many people who need my help, people willing to pay for my services.”

“I’ve lost many things, and many people, but thankfully I haven’t lost my life, or any of my clones.”

“Aside from myself, there aren’t too many people trying to be me. That may change in the future, when all my clones arrive.”

“No, I can't die because there are too many jackasses falling over themselves to take my place! I may live forever just to spite them!”

“I could accept my circumstances, my life, people, and even events around me, without giving my approval or releasing my control over such. I don’t have to like what happened; I just need to accept that it indeed occurred.”

“I rolled my eyes and slipped the purple silk over my head, crawling in bed beside him. I straddled his lap and kissed his neck, giggling when he let his head fall against the headboard. “Again? You’re gonna kill me, Pidge.”“You can’t die,” I said, covering his face with kisses. “You’re too damn mean.”“No, I can’t die because there are too many jackasses falling over themselves to take my place! I may live forever just to spite them!”