I am every age, up to my own.

Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.

Tension of opposites.

Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right? He could be research. A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.

Got an hour or two? That's all it takes for one of my books.

She had a bottomless well of love for me.