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“The days pile up and weigh small decisions down, don’t they? That decision not to visit. The first few days slide by easy enough; anger and youth power them along. But then they pile up like unrecycled trash. Isn’t that right?”
“I’m talking about days becoming weeks becoming months becoming years.”
Better to join a ghost than to be haunted by them. Better no life than an empty one—
We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. All anyone can hope for is to be remembered two shadows deep.
one of those who had grown old everywhere but in his heart, that one organ he had never worn out because he’d never dared to use it.
the sight of the occasional dead seemed sadder now than during that previous hike, more tragic for having shared their home for a while.
Juliette was careful not to disturb them, passed them with the solemnity they deserved, wishing she could do more than feel sorry for them.
