These doctors... talking about surviving. One year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is it, to just survive if I am too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love? For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house. I want to sleep in my own bed. I don't wanna choke down 30 or 40 pills every single day, lose my hair, and lie around, too tired to get up... and so nauseated that I can't even move my head.
— How much time do I have left?
— Perhaps only days
Loneliness probably kills more people than cancer.
The only thing worse than biting it from cancer is having a kid bite it from cancer.
I like cigaretts. Package says they cause cancer, and they do.
— So what are we going to do?
— I guess we're going to die.