Lyubov Voloshko

“By then she's lost in the land of sleep and he is too, and when they go there they never go together, and she is afraid that it is also a preview of death, a place where there may be dreams but never love, never home, never a hand to hold yours when squadrons of birds flock across the burnt-orange sun at the close of the day.”
― Stephen King

“If things went according to the death notices, ... the earth seems to have been populated by a horde of wingless angels without one’s having been aware of it. Pure love, which in reality is to be found so seldom, shines on all sides in death, and is the commonest thing of all.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“You would think a place the size of England could easily hold all the happenings in one humble lifetime without much overlap—I mean, it’s not ruddy Luxembourg we live in—but no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.”
― David Mitchell

“... the world is so empty and so loveless when there's no one in it to holler your name and holler you home.”
― Stephen King, Lisey's Story