“The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.”
“Where were you when my heart was breaking? Will you scream out my name when I am dead and gone?”
“I kept thinking how they were all names of dead people, and how names are basically the only thing dead people keep.”
“Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.”
“where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.”
“I will come,' the priest answered, 'for I have read in old books of these strange beings which are neither quick nor dead, and which lie ever fresh in their graves, stealing out in the dusk to taste life and blood.”