Grief Does Not Change You, Hazel. It

What Is The Point Of Being Alive If You Don't At Least Try To Do Something Remarkable?

I Feel Like I Might Start Crying And That I'm Going To Cry Pee.

Pg. 231-232: They'd Given Me A Minivan. They Could Have Picked Any Car And They Picked A Minivan. A Minivan. O God Of The Vehicular Justice, Why Dost Thou Mock Me? Minivan, You Albatross Around My Neck! You Mark Of Cain! You Wretched Beast High Ceilings And Few Horsepower!

The Whole Thing Was The Precise Opposite Of What I Figured It Would Be: Slow And Patient And Quiet And Neither Particularly Painful Nor Particularly Ecstatic

Sometimes People Don't Understand The Promises They're Making When They Make Them.