Kim van Alkemade Quotes

He walked across the room and flicked a switch. A spotlight turned on, illuminating a laminated poster of a woman on his wall. He took a crayon from his pocket and began drawing on it. I could see smudges from past demonstrations. [. . .] His dashed lines crisscrossed the woman's chest as if he were planning a military maneuver on undulating terrain.

What life she had left could be measured in hours. Small recompense though they were, they belonged to me now. I had only to claim them.

I was so used to pretending to be something I wasn't, it shocked me to be seen for what I was.

Built on the insubstantial foundation of our feelings, the life we had created together seemed a figment of our imaginations that dissolved into fairy dust in the face of something real, and deadly, like cancer.