“Nevertheless, life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the resources of either.”
“She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.”
“Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.”
“The mystery in how little we know of other people is no greater than the mystery of how much, Laurel thought.”
“The paradox of life lies exactly in this: its resources are finite, but it itself is endless. Such a contradictory state of affairs is feasible only because the resources accessible to life can be used over and over again.”
“Living does not undo life. Death does not, either. Life and death are not either-or.”