She Walks Lightly, Old Man.

How Are The Eyes?' 'oh, Excellent,' He Said. 'i Mean, They're Not In My Head Is The Only Problem.' 'awesome, Yeah,' Gus Said. 'not To One-up You Or Anything, But My Body Is Made Out Of Cancer.' 'so I Heard,' Issac Said, Trying Not To Let It Get To Him. He Fumbled Toward Gus's Hand And Found Only His Thigh. 'i'm Taken,' Gus Said.

Do The Thing You're Good At. Not Many People Are Lucky Enough To Be So Good At Something.

Is It Still Cool To Go To The Mall?' She Asked. 'i Take Quite A Lot Of Pride In Not Knowing What's Cool,' I Answered.

Because There Is No Glory In Illness. There Is No Meaning To It. There Is No Honor In Dying Of.

I Am Concussed," I Announced, Entirely Sure Of My Self-diagnosis.