“I wouldn't miss a day with you for anything. A sick day, a healthy day. I don't care. I mean, of course i wish you weren't sick, but i want to be with you regardless.”

“I don't give a shit, Dad!""Well I do! I absolutely give a shit! This will completely exhaust you.""It's my body. I can do what I like!""So you don't care about your body now?""No, I'm sick of it! I'm sick of doctors and needles and blood tests and transfusions. I'm sick of being stuck in a bed day after day while the rest of you get on with your lives. I hate it! I hate all of you! Adam's gone for a university interview, did you know that? He's going to be here for years doing whatever he likes and I'm going to be under the ground in a couple of weeks!”

“I was sick of pretending, sick of selling my feelings for a dollar a day.”

“When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leafto turn away from the sun -- it loves it there.There's nothing so spiritual about being happybut you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.”

“I wish I could bottle this,' I whispered.'And drink it every morning.''And every day at lunch, and then again at dinner, and before bed.''You'd get sick of it,' he said.I shook my head. 'Never.''Seriously,' he said. 'I want to freeze this moment.''Good thing you don't need to.''No?''Will Doniger, there is nothing in the entire universe that could make me stop wanting to be with you. And so on and so forth ad infinitum.”

“I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.”