Without death,' he answered, 'life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told. A song that can never be sung. For how would one finish it?
Seth Grahame-SmithAmerica is thataway, Mr. Lincoln," laughed Davis, pointing north. "You're in Mississippi now.
Seth Grahame-SmithHug your children...Kiss your mothers and fathers, your brothers and sisters. Tell them how much you love them, every day. Because every day is the last day. Every light casts a shadow. And only the gods know when the darkness will find us.
Seth Grahame-Smith