lizzie

“A man lies in the filth of his deathbed and there comes the angel of death, the most beatific of all angels, and looks at him. Can this man so much as dare to die?”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“Her soul, her soul seems flown away. She sleeps and yet she walks ...”
― Arthur Miller, The Crucible

“Here, too, I found neither home nor company, nothing but a seat from which to view a stage where strange people played strange parts.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death”
― Homer, The Odyssey