I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
I'm here, Tess. I'm right here, holding your hand. Adam's here, too, he's sitting on the other side of the bed. And… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
I feel something very small growing inside me as I look at her, and I realize in one absolutely clear moment that… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
The shops in High Street still have their metal grilles down, blank-eyed and sleeping. My name is scrawled across them all. I'm… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Sklupčam se u podnožju stubišta. To je mjesto gdje mačka sjedi kad hoće da se ljudi spotaknu preko nje. Uvijek sam htjela biti mačka.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“I sit up in bed and watch her fiddle about in the back of my wardrobe. I think she's got a plan. That's what's… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Hey, listen,' I say. " Fascinating as this is, we've got to go now. I have to collect the invites for my funeral." That… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Zatvaram oči i zamišljam da sam drvo okupano sunčevim svjetlom, da ne želim ništa osim kiše.” — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
