You treat a disease, you win, you lose. You treat a person, I guarantee you, you’ll win, no matter what the outcome.
The worst part about having a mental illness is people expect you to behave as if you don’t.[written in his notebook]
What’s wrong with death, sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity and decency and, God forbid, maybe even humor? Death is not the enemy, gentlemen. If we’re gonna fight a disease, let’s fight one of the most terrible diseases of all, indifference.
Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I’m sick. To help me through all this. You’re my angel.[to Landon]