"It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died."
"If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter."
"for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right."
"***HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die."
"Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?"
"I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away."