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“The answer I have, the only one I have,” he said, “is that you are dying because you are dying. Not because of God’s deciding to punish you and not because He is neglecting you, but simply because you are. It is a part of your story as much as you are.”
Why do you exist at all? Why are you alive? What is your life for?” “I don’t know.” “I think the same is true of dying. We can’t know why you are dying in the same way that we can’t know why you are living. Living and dying are both complete mysteries, and you can’t know either until you have done both.”
Ja, må hon leva! Ja, må hon leva! Ja, må hon leva uti hundrade år! Javisst ska hon leva! Javisst ska hon leva! Javisst ska hon leva uti hundrade år!
Which means: Yes, may she live! Yes, may she live! Yes, may she live for a hundred years! Of course she will live! Of course she will live! Of course she will live for a hundred years! Once I was old enough to understand it, the Swedish birthday song always made me sad. I didn’t know anybody who had lived to one hundred, and I didn’t think I would live to one hundred either. So,
And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.
“But don’t you feel scared out here all alone in the dark?” He smiled at me then. “Not at all, Margot. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
“I really am fine,” Humphrey said in the corridor. “I just got old by accident.”
“And Lenni, when you get to heaven,” he said. Her eyes opened. “Give ’em hell.”
