#death

Years after the war, after marriages, children, divorces, books, he came to Paris with his wife. He phoned her. It's me. She recognized him at once from the voice. He said, I just wanted to hear your voice. She said, it's me, hello. He was nervous, afraid, as before. His voice suddenly trembled. And with the trembling, suddenly, she heard again the voice of China. He knew she'd begun writing books, he'd heard about it through her mother whom he'd met again in Saigon. And about her younger brother, and he'd been grieved for her. Then he didn't know what to say. And then he told her. Told her that it was as before, that he still loved her, he could never stop loving her, that he'd love her until death. ↗

— Marguerite Duras

#death

I admire Tolkien greatly. His books had enormous influence on me. And the trope that he sort of established—the idea of the Dark Lord and his Evil Minions—in the hands of lesser writers over the years and decades has not served the genre well. It has been beaten to death. The battle of good and evil is a great subject for any book and certainly for a fantasy book, but I think ultimately the battle between good and evil is weighed within the individual human heart and not necessarily between an army of people dressed in white and an army of people dressed in black. When I look at the world, I see that most real living breathing human beings are grey. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#j-r-r-tolkien #the-lord-of-the-rings #death

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#life #loneliness #death

You almost died.” “But you brought me back.” She cupped his face in her hands. “I always knew you were there. Death didn't have a chance against the Wall. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#riley #death

great gandalfs ghost! if he had a ghost. i doubt it. he was such a snob... ↗

— Margaret Weis

#ghost #zifnab #death

I find relief from the questions only when I concede that I am not obliged to know everything. I remind myself it is sufficient to know what I know, and that what I know, may not always be true. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#letter-to-my-daughter #death

There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dobby #hermione-granger #death

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#death #milkweed #warsaw #death

IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT /MEANT/ TO BE SAFE. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#hogfather #humor #safe #sword #death

Yes, alive,” said Fudge. “That is — I don’t know — is a man alive if he can’t be killed? I don’t really understand it, and Dumbledore won’t explain properly — but anyway, he’s certainly got a body and is walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, for the purposes of our discussion, yes, he’s alive. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death #fudge #prime-minister #walking #death