Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.
I have the world's best job. I get paid to hang out in my imagination all day.
He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?
Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren't choices at all.
The loss of memory isn't always the problem; sometimes--maybe even often--it's the solution.
It's alright to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.