It is nothing to die, but it is frightful not to live.
It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined.
It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead.
Is death the greatest evil that can happen to anyone?
In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
In this land some of us f*** more than we die but most of us die better than we f***.
In the midst of life we are in death.
In the midst of death we are in life.
In the memory of the dead all chronological differences are effaced.
Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person’s eyes maybe died back in childhood.
If there was a God, would he do this to a child who had never harmed anyone? What kind of God lets innocent children die?
If only you were born a hundred years ago, when you could have gone through days of natural labor before bleeding naturally to death.
