"In its own microscopic way, becoming cancerous is about the most glamorous and successful thing a cell can do. An ordinary, non-cancerous cell is a plodding drone of a thing ... it beavers away for its genetically allotted span, reproduces itself by splitting into mother and daughter cells, dies. [By contrast], the cancerous cell wants to go places, do things that its parents never had the chance to do. A cancer cell is the one that never grows up, [that] bears all the nastier traits of reckless youth. It defies order, goes where it likes and above all believes itself to be immortal ... the cancer cell would live for ever [sic] were it not that doing so does away with the host upon which it needs to live."

- Because Cowards Get Cancer Too, John Diamond