"These were days of pajamas and beard scruff, of mumblings and requests and him endlessly thanking everyone for all they were doing on his behalf. One afternoon, he pointed vaguely toward a laundry basket in a corner of the room and asked me, 'What's that?'
'That laundry basket?'
'No, next to it.'
'I don't see anything next to it.'
'It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.'"
- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars, pg 248