We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.
The worst feeling in the world is not losing your friend forever, but rather having patronizing people tell you that the love you have for your friend and the connection and emotion you have towards them is an illness to be cured, a problem to be covered up and hidden away by the power of mood-altering drugs. I used to trust doctors when I was younger... now I've lost my trust in all mental health professionals forever.
Each man lives in his own universe and when he dies the world is over
Marlena's body was found on November 19, and so I consider that the anniversary of her death, though she almost certainly died on the eighteenth. Because for me, that day, she was still fully, hugely, annoyingly alive--deliberately ignoring my phone calls, up to something she'd no doubt tell me all about soon.Twelve days after November 19, I turned sixteen. Every year, it happens the same way: Marlena dies, I get older.
Although it's great to appear to a feast, home is always sweet, though it may be lonely and cold like death
It's a harrowing experience to see death approaching in haste towards you, what is hell but confronting your own mortality