Vaughnie

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
― Edvard Munch

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost

“But I will tell you Squire that having read even a few dozen books in common is a force more binding than blood.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger

“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”
― George Orwell, Politics and the English Language