Sean

“Death is a debt to nature due, Which I have paid, and so must you.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

“If she could only give up, relax, and live in the perfect knowledge that there was no hope.”
― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

“last the play was ended. All had grown dark. The tears streamed down his face. Looking up into the sky there was nothing but blackness there too. Ruin and death, he thought, cover all. The life of man ends in the grave. Worms devour us.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography

“He hands her the cut-out heart like a cracked heirloom.”
― Anonymous