In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

The cat jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not i'm dead. If i'm not, he wants to be scratched; if i am - he'll think of something

I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.

Nothing is more difficult than to understand the dead, I've found; but nothing is more dangerous than to ignore them.

You say, The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence amount to much the same thing, only in reverse.

EXTINCTATHON, Monitored by MaddAddam. Adam named the living animals, MaddAddam names the dead ones. Do you want to play?