[T]here are tens of thousands of photographs taken here, all taken very patiently, because decay can be very slow.. Ten months for a human body... th… - Peter Greenaway

Shoes: gloves for the feet.

You see how even an illness can be romanticized. Tuberculosis got the treatment: Keats, the Lady of the Camellias, the foggy dew, and so on. We must make romantic literature out of cancer -- can you imagine that?

The major sweep of this book's living is too often marred by qualifying. It is hedged about with ifs and buts and if onlys and howevers, excuses for a life that is about to shut its covers for the last time and then crumple into dust in an unseen and never-to-be-remembered library.