“Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?”

“But, Isobel thought with a bleak and sad smile, what better place to bury what was dead than in a cemetery?”

“After the service, a crowd gathered by the grave. It is not a pauper's grave. It is the sort of grave that ordinary people dream of: under the boughs of a horse chestnut, in the company of yews and flocks of rooks, in a Norman churchyard. Beyond the aged wall that borders this blissful cemetery the hills and copses rise like waves.”

“The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.”

“This is your grave.""Grave? You've got to be kidding. I'm still alive.""Burying dead people isn't as much fun," Saeki said, feeling this was extremely obvious.”

“Even though I buried our love in a coffin, it isn’t dead. No, our love is very much alive. Or at least it was yesterday, when I went to visit the cemetery.”