“You look happier. Not happy but happier.” “They don’t tell you, Bogdan, no one tells you.” “About death?” “About death,” says Elizabeth. “Take every word anyone has ever written about grief. Every line every poet has ever written. Every word of every friend who breaks down in front of you, every tear you’ve ever seen shed. Take the whole lot of them and throw them down a well, and you wouldn’t even hear them hit the bottom.”
