Reaper Man (Discworld, #11; Death, #2)

by Terry Pratchett

Everyday took an age to go by, which was odd, because days plural went past like a stampede.

It’s like the difference between seeing a beautiful new star in the winter sky and actually being close to the supernova. It’s the difference between the beauty of morning dew on a cobweb and actually being a fly.

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

Death said nothing. He helped her up onto the horse. “When I see what life does to people, you know, you don’t seem so bad,”

Inside Every Living Person is a Dead Person Waiting to Get Out . . .