“I was surprised by the growl that wanted to well up in my throat.... I told myself it was stress, not my illness's way of saying, Get your own take-out.”
“I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.”
“The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.”
“I clear my throat. "You deserve to be taken out for your birthday. And...I want to be the guy who takes you on your first date.”
“I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, "aw shit, he's up!”
“I want and need to like myself again; I have to convince myself that I’m capable of taking my own decision.”