Happy birthday, Mr. Grey!
Christian Trevelyan Grey - June 18, 1983.
“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
"Eu te amo no presente do indicativo — sussurrei, e coloquei minha mão no meio do peito dele. — Está tudo bem, Gus. Tudo bem. Está. Está tudo bem, ouviu? — Não tinha, e não tenho, absolutamente nenhuma esperança de que ele pudesse me ouvir. Eu me inclinei para a frente e beijei a bochecha dele. — O.k. — falei. — O.k."
"I guess I'm just lucky with my genes."