“DO you think it hurts to die?" Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.”
“Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood.It hurt, though not as much as everything else.”
“A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?""Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.”
“Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.”
“It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.”
“The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.”