"We always dies a bit of a break. It floats a time and you eventually forget in a month, a year, ten years, but still a bit dead, in pieces. Too much of breaks, it ' is too many pieces, and one dies after a life filled with pain forgotten. That's cancer. It's the pieces that accumulate in pain to make us shit, and kill us from inside. "
The author links humor to sensitivity. This book is poignant, touching, mysterious, heartbreaking ... a real favorite.
