“Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master.”

“With The Dread, first kiss was the beginning. Second kiss was the end.”

“There have been times I’ve felt so much art in my soul I grew sick of artists.”

“I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.”

“You can recover from any injury.”

“If you believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, you will be saved.”

“We have formed a sick little friendship over the past year”

“Sometimes there’s nothing you can do. […] Sometimes they don’t have enough to fight with.”

“Y por que el sol es tan mal amigodel caminante en el desierto?Y por que el sol es tan simpaticoen el jardin del hospital?And why is the sun such a bad companionto the traveler in the desert?And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden?”

“Cancer gave me an understanding of the point of all this. To survive. Most of our lives it is easy but for the moments when it becomes difficult, when accident or sickness or sadness strikes, it’s just about remembering one thing. You must simply survive.”

“When I started writingI was a sick teenagedfuck inside who partlythought I was the newMarquis de Sade, a bodydoomed to communicatewith Satan who was us-ing my sickness as hishome away from home,and there’s your proof.”

“And he’d railed at her, his voice booming so loud the bed had seem to shake. “You canna do this – take my goddamned heart and then leave me! You think I will no’ follow?” She knew he was constantly there, was aware of his movement and comprehended his words, but she couldn’t seem to open her heavy eyelids or speak.At night, he would wrap his body around hers, keeping her warm, whispering against her hair, “You enjoy being contrary. Then prove them all wrong and get better.” He’d clutched her hip, then balled his fist there.”

“Your emotional state has a tremendous amount to do with sickness, health and well-being. For years, my husband and I lived on — and because of — hope. Hope continues to give me the mental strength to carry on.”

“It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.”