Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?
Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.
I don't believe in anything, Mother," I said. "You told Armand long ago that you believe you'll find answers in the great jungles and forests; that the stars will finally reveal a vast truth. But I don't believe in anything. And that makes me stronger than you think
Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.
When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough.
My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.