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“It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“So all these years—since when?—he had been seeing the light of dead stars, long extinguished, yet seemingly still in their appointed places in the heavens.”
― Paz Marquez Benitez, Dead Stars

“For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 2: The Doll's House

“No such thing as fair," Frank told himself. "If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune