Cancer is a bitch that needs to get the crap smacked out of it. I intend to stand on the front lines with a big-ass bat.

God didn’t design your life so you would constantly fall down, but he does hope that you will be brought to your knees.

The circumstances of our lives are pieces of a larger scheme in the puzzle of life, and in His Perfect Wisdom, the pieces fit.

Each of us carries a sleeping tiger inside, and we can’t predict when that cat will wake, stretch, and sharpen its claws.

The Great Change is when humankind accepts its role as part of the natural order of the universe instead of its role as a cance

...in addition to feeling sick and tired and feverish and nauseated, I also felt forgotten. And there was no easy cure for that.

I had no specific bent toward science until my grandfather died of stomach cancer. I decided that nobody should suffer that much.

I despise the cowardly clinging to life, purely for the sake of life, that seems so deeply ingrained in the American temperament.

The Hegemony had known how to treat cancer, but most of the gene-tailoring knowledge and technology had been lost after the Fall.

Dear Whoever-that-just-found-out-that-they-have-a-terminal-illness, don't let that put you down. Technically, we are all dying.

It ought to be an offense to be excruciating and unfunny in circumstances where your audience is almost morally obliged to enthuse.

The devil sought to destroy me and discredit my testimony. But God wanted me where I would testify to others about his saving power.

Nu. Nu ma întelegi. De ce lasa el sa existe boala si bolnavi? Din doua una:ori e rau, ori nu prea e cine stie ce de capul lui.

Those who say that I am being punished are saying that god can't think of anything more vengeful than cancer for a heavy smoker.

As I watched them file down the stairs, I didn't cry and I wasn't afraid. But I couldn't tell if it was Jesus or the gin.