A Few More Times Wouldn't Hurt They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time (a bit later on) when the living says your name for the last time.
All colours agree in darkness.
There are things you think and things you say out loud and they're very different things.
Faults In Our Sky … the#moonis always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.
Look About, Who's Around … you could not measure love on a scale of degrees, and now she understood that it was the same with pain. Pain might escalate upward and, just when you thought you’d reached your limit, begin to spread sideways, and spill out, and touch other people, and mix with their pain. And grow larger, but somehow less oppressive. She had thought herself trapped in a place outside the ordinary feeling lives of people; she had not noticed how many other people were trapped in that place with her.
