Quotes
I think a lot of us share a fear that we and people we love will lose control of our own destinies at the end of life.
p. 74
Many, if not most, Americans can imagine a fate worse than death, and it is a seemingly interminable process of dying. For them, it is frightening that politicians can find ways to interject themselves into this sad process.
p. 72
After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.
Harry Dresden: Death is only frightening from the near side.
Malcolm Dresden: Son. Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone." His fingers squeezed me tight. "But it doesn't mean you've got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren't alone on the other side."
Pale manchild were there last agonies? Were you in terror, did you know? Could you feel the claw that claimed you? And who is this fool kneeling over your bones, choked with bitterness? And what could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream.
p. 154
How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.
p. 153
"Everyone should die with someone holding onto them."
"There is no pretending, I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then."
The land of the living was not far removed from the domain of the ancestors. There was coming and going between them, especially at festivals and also when an old man died, because an old man was very close to the ancestors. A man's life from birth to death was a series of transition rites which brought him nearer and nearer to his ancestors.
p. 115
I'm dying and I'm having fun. And I'm going to keep having fun every day I have left. Because there's no other way to play.
Until we know that death is equal to life, we live in fear.



















