A review by essentiallyselfish
When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

When you come to one of the many moments in life where you
must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have
been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you
filled a dying man's days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my
prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more but rests, sat-
isfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing.

“Can you breathe okay with my head on your chest like this?”

“It’s the only way I know how to breathe.”