“Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!”

“Just thoughts of what I have to do. Homework. And it comes up to my brain and I look at it and think "I'm not going to be able to do that" and then it cycles back down and the next one comes up. And then things come up like "You should be doing more extracurricular activities" because I should, I don't do near enough, and that gets pushed down and it's replaced with the big one: "What college are you going into, Craig?" which is like the doomsday question.”

“When I think about my clone, random songs pop into my head. Songs like, “Happy Birthday.” Will he celebrate the same birthday as me? He’d better, because without me, there’d be nothing for him to celebrate.”

“I like to think of birthdays as celebrating life.""Only losers acknowledge they survived a year and hope they cheat death again.”

“When death comes….I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:what it’s going to be like, that cottage of darkness?”

“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”