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“Peace is not a jewel, or a realm to be enforced.
It's a deep and unseen journey inwards—quiet, brave, fierce as a thousand suns.”
― Joanna Hathaway, Southern Sun, Northern Star

“There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it — no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore. Ever. Never ever.

An inordinate amount of time passes. It is utterly void of struggle. No ex-wives are contained within it

[...] The song of death is sweet and endless... But what is this? Somewhere in the sore, bloated *man-meat* around you — a sensation!

[...] The limbed and headed machine of pain and undignified suffering is firing up again. It wants to walk the desert. Hurting. Longing. Dancing to disco music.”
― Robert Kurvitz

“I know it won't ever truly be over, not even when I'm old, because you'll forever represent the spirit of the very sky to me. No one can kill the sky. No one can shrink it back down to earth.”
― Joanna Hathaway, Storm from the East

“Words have a longevity I do not.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air