Bong Litteer

“She wished she had cancer instead. She'd trade Alzheimer's for cancer in a heartbeat. She felt ashamed for wishing this, and it was certainly a pointless bargaining, but she permitted herself the fantasy anyway. With cancer, she'd have something to fight. There was surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy. There was the chance that she could win. Her family and the community at Harvard would rally behind her battle and consider it noble. And even if it defeated her in the end, she'd be able to look them knowingly in the eye and say good-bye before she left.”
― Lisa Genova, Still Alice

“Most great ideas spring from solitude.”
― Susan Cain, Quiet Power: The Secret Strengths of Introverts

“A selfish man would never visit a comatose woman every day for two months. He wouldn’t have done what was best for everyone involved, or given an employee a proper burial. These are the acts of a loving man––a man who cared too much.”
“What are you saying?”
“Sara’s my biological mother.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“onto a heap, making a churned brown trail across the whiteness. ‘Now then,’ he muttered along the side of a half-smoked cigarette. He was over seventy but still ran the smallholding single-handed. He told me once that he had worked as a farm hand for six shillings a day for thirty years, yet still managed”
― James Herriot, All Things Wise and Wonderful