Category: Death
So,” he asked. “How’s death?””Hard,” she said. “It just keeps going.
We’re all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.
But on paper, things can live forever. On paper, a butterfly never dies.
I’m not afraid of death.
The final reward of the dead – to die no more
Remember me, even if it’s only in a corner and secretly. Don’t let me go.
… And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
It is life that hurts you not death.
Normality is death.
Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.
