“But it was frightening: or, more exactly, it was like a foretaste of death, like being a little less alive.”
“How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.”
“It was like being wrapped in a sheet, all white, nothing but white, above, below, all around you. It was the exact opposite of darkness, but it frightened Alice in precisely the same way.”
“Underneath my outside faceThere's a face that none can see.A little less smiley,A little less sure,But a whole lot more like me.”
“He is being nibbled to death by ducks.--More Later, Less the Same”
“Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.”