Sometimes in lonely nights I wonder why there aren't more starsigns named after deadly illnesses, but then after I while the fact occurs to me, that nobody died of cancer when they named them back then. Nobody was old enough in those days.

I'd still love to hear women approach each other, asking for their signs. »I'm multiple sklerosis and my friend is alzheimers« – »Oh, that's like so terrible, you just don't match«.

I tend to think, it would be a better world. And I'm not even a Cancer.