No life is more important than another. And nothing has been without purpose. Nothing. What if we are all part of a great pattern that we may someday understand? And one day, when we have done what we alone are capable of doing, we get to rise up and reunite with those we have loved the most, forever embraced. What if we get to become… stars.
—  Beverly Penn

The fever can make things wonderful.

Even now I see winter as it turns around the room in the light. Darting from white lances, to rays, silver crosses, to the optical glass, to the flames, to the reflective windows, and illuminating each of us. The sicker I become, the more clearly I can see that everything is connected by light.

Do you have glasses for that?”