Karína

“Her head rolled but a little way from her body, and I could see her lips still moving in silent prayer for a few moments while the blood pumped outward from the body and from the head. I was stuck firm in my place by the horror of it, jarred loose only by the clattering of Nan Zouche and Alice as they ran up the stairs with linen. I quickly leaned down and picked up her head, eyes still open and aware as the linen slipped from them, as they looked at me. I willed the bile back down my throat and forced myself to look into those eyes with love for the few moments before awareness dimmed from them.
Within seconds, she slipped away. I took the head into the smallest and finest of linens and carefully wrapped it, her blood running thickly between my fingers, under my nails, and staining my forearms as I sought to save her from any indignity.”
― Sandra Byrd, To Die For: A Novel of Anne Boleyn

“If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand

“Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”
― E. E. Cummings

“Sometimes dead is better”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary