THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

Even death has a heart.

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.