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“I said if anyone calls, Mom, I'll be down in the Big Field, with Pop and Chester and Ted.”
― Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

“Outside, a weather of stars ran clear in an ocean sky.”
― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

“Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
― W.H. Auden , Another Time

“We help one another by understanding one another. That is the only help there is. And the only hope as well.”
― Thomas Tryon