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    Paul Kalanithi
    “I can’t go on. I’ll go on.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #2
    Paul Kalanithi
    “even if I’m dying, until I actually die, I am still living.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #3
    Paul Kalanithi
    “I began to realize that coming in such close contact with my own mortality had changed both nothing and everything. Before my cancer was diagnosed, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn’t know when. After the diagnosis, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn’t know when. But now I knew it acutely. The problem wasn’t really a scientific one. The fact of death is unsettling. Yet there is no other way to live.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #4
    Paul Kalanithi
    “Years ago, it had occurred to me that Darwin and Nietzsche agreed on one thing: the defining characteristic of the organism is striving.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #5
    Paul Kalanithi
    “The tricky part of illness is that, as you go through it, your values are constantly changing. You try to figure out what matters to you, and then you keep figuring it out. It felt like someone had taken away my credit card and I was having to learn how to budget. You may decide you want to spend your time working as a neurosurgeon, but two months later, you may feel differently. Two months after that, you may want to learn to play the saxophone or devote yourself to the church. Death may be a one-time event, but living with terminal illness is a process.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #6
    Paul Kalanithi
    “Literature not only illuminated another’s experience, it provided, I believed, the richest material for moral reflection. My brief forays into the formal ethics of analytic philosophy felt dry as a bone, missing the messiness and weight of real human life.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

  • #7
    Paul Kalanithi
    “Bereavement is not the truncation of married love,” C. S. Lewis wrote, “but one of its regular phases—like the honeymoon.”
    Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air



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