But the best part of catching Neil in the shower was, hands down, the loud, awful singing.

The cancer bubble. It’s almost like he’s not here. Like he’s on pause, and my life with him is on pause, and we’re just waiting to see if somebody is going to hit play again...

I know I’m not supposed to argue with you when you talk about dying. And yes, you could die, Neil. But I could get hit by a bus and die tomorrow. Either we need to...

It was like he’d sprung fully-formed from my eighteen-year-old fantasies, the hot History teacher who just couldn’t help himself.

Yes, one of the benefits of being embarrassingly rich is that you find out if you have syphilis much earlier than the average peasant would.

Money does not guarantee immortality.