Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?

A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?

I’m not a damsel and there is no distress

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.