“Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)”
“Hello again, I said to death. I was resigned, if not ready.”
“There was death at its beginning as there would be death again at its end.”
“Whoever said death couldn't be measured was wrong. Death was a football field. Death was a sprint. Death was measurable distance I wasn't fast enough to reach.”
“I once feared death. It is said that death begins with the absence of life. And life begins when death is no longer feared. I have stared death in the eye and survived.”
“Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.”