The dead only knows their world.

We are formed by dust, when life ends, we shall we return as dust to the ground.

The dead vanishes into thin air.

It was Jeremy at the door. He recognized something in Jacob. Jeremyis a cancer survivor.

I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway, or just beyond, one night, if only for an instant—step back into her...

,Un rapsoda entre las balas? ¡Eso es, hijo mío! ¡Yo quería ser un rapsoda entre las balas! ¡Y ahora tu sepulturero!

The greatest loss is the loss of life.

Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.

Will my eyes adjust to this darkness? Will I find you in the dark – not in the streaks of light which remain, but in the darkness? Has anyone ever found you there? Did they...