Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path , to vanish into the vast sea of God.
Richard SelzerThe liver, that great maroon snail: No wave of emotion sweeps it. Neither music nor mathematics gives it pause in its appointed tasks.
Richard SelzerYou do not die all at once. Some tissues live on for minutes, even hours, giving still their little cellular shrieks, molecular echoes of the agony of the whole corpus.
Richard Selzer