Only when she stopped being dead, only these few weeks with [him] in the house did she understand how dead she had been. Lost in her guilt, her shame, her pain, her losses. Now that she had learned again to love and hope, now that she was no longer as ashamed or guilty, of course it was the very joy that was killing her again.

Death isn't the worst thing in the world Yes it is, you lose everything You keep your memories, in the end that's all we have

Whoever set up the universe, it really sucks. If you ever get around to making another one, change the rules a little. Lighten up on your creatures. Give us a …

He looked away to hide his face from her. By habit, really, his old habit of hiding his emotions. There was nothing she hadn't seen of his emotions by now. No …

Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.

All these He will swiftly lead to the Paradise road: they are safe. That done, there must take place that struggle no human presumes to picture: living, dying,…

Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain/Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind