Dust to Dust Quotes

“My father feared both the insignificance of his prose and death. One not more than the other. It is the living task of every artist to suffer the constant premonition of death while drawing plans for immortality. In his first letter to me as a freshman at Vassar, and the first time that he had needed to write me a letter, he wrote of the passing of a friend of his. A writer. His letter ends: “Time gets so precious. Death is a bastard of an enemy. Fuck it, kid. Let’s live forever.”
― Benjamin Busch, Dust to Dust: A Memoir