I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.

I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

We make patterns, we share moments.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.' 'Why are you saying that?' 'She might need permission to die, Cal.' 'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

It is well with my soul.

Ethan didn't mind his blood being taken - he just disliked the fact that it had to be sucked through a needle in order to do it.

You have to hope that your opponents are unlucky. Never only rely on your own luck.

The people I work with have a very good impression of me for sure, because of how I am.

I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but I knew the woman I wanted to become.

Any woman on this planet who values herself as a woman is great. She is a giver of life. And when you are a giver of life, what more is there?

So long as one's just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.

The strongest common bond between the genders is the universally acknowledged truth that both men and women are unhappy with their hair.

I've grown up with my parents' music tastes, listening to Fleetwood Mac and the Rolling Stones.

Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.