"Death's a capricious thing, innit?" "Yes. Yes, she is."
You know you can set fire to the capacity to say.
I want to go home. Then he mentally underlined the last sentence three times, rewrote it in huge letters in red ink, and circled it before putting a number of exclamation marks next to it in his mental margin.
It is sometimes a mistake to climb. It is always a mistake to never make the attempt.
Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.
When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.