Nobody likes to see a body, but it's better than seeing a ghost. Bodies just make you doubt the world and the people in it. Ghosts make you doubt everything, and to doubt it in a part of the mind that has no words to answer the question, where the comforting promises you make yourself are neither believed nor even really understood.

Love and death are very similar. They're the times in your life when you most want to believe in magic, when you yearn for some symbolic act or retrospective edit that can change the world you find yourself in.

Death is real. Death changes things. Everything else is filler, merely a message from our sponsor.

Hell is being alive, and being alive is all there is.

Everything you've done, everything you've seen, everything you've become, remains. You never can go back, only forward, and if you don't bring the whole of yourself with you, you'll never see the sun again.

You haven't seen untidiness until you've seen a room where gravity has failed twice in different directions.

My limited experience of such things told me that you get closest to the truth by not giving it advance warning that you're coming after it.