“The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.”
“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.”
“The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb, the dead never do ...”
“So am I dead? How many kinds of living and dead and living dead and dead living had I been in just these few months, these few days, after the stasis of plain old human living and dying? I deserved some kind of existential medal.”
“How unlike a dead fish a live fish is.”
“And what cats have to tellon each return from hellis this: that dying is what the living do,that dying is what the loving do,and that dead dogs are those who do not knowthat dying is what, to live, each has to do.”