Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

At least I carpe'd that one diem.

Daddy is trying really fugging hard to think of a not-terrifying reason why you'd wake Daddy up in the middle of the night to ask that fugging question. But no. No. Daddy does not have a match or a lighter.

But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.

I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.