Justice limps along, but gets there all the same.
and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.
The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.
Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.
opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .
At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.