“I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.”

“I had a PET scan scheduled in a couple weeks. If something was wrong, I'd find out soon enough. Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then.And yet still I worried. I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.”

“I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn’t want to, but I did.”

“My days had a pleasant identicalness about them. I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn’t want to but I did.”

“It's easy to like someone from a distance. But when she stopped being this amazing unattainable thing or whatever, and started being, like, just a regular girl with a weird relationship with food and frequent crankiness wh's kind of bossy--then I had to basically start liking a whole different person.”

“I like being liked. Is that crazy?”

“I have this thing that keeps me from being interested in prom dresses, it's called a penis.”