Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.

Tension of opposites.

Anger is a poison. It eats us inside. We think when we hate someone we hurt them, but hatred is a curved blade, and the harm we do to others we also do to ourselves.

How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.

Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.