#or

Mi nieto corría delante con los pies para los lados y moviendo los brazos como un pato. Nos acercamos al arroyo, tumultuoso en invierno, donde habíamos esparcido tus cenizas. Lo reconoció al punto. -Paula estaba enferma ayer-dijo; para él todo pasado era ayer. -Sí. Se murió. -¿Quién la mató? -No es como en la televisión, Alejandro, a veces la gente se enferma y se muere, así no más. -Adónde van los muertos? -No sé exactamente. -Ella se fue por allí-dijo señalando el arroyo. -Sus cenizas se fueron en el agua, pero su espíritu vive en este bosque.¿No te parece lindo? -No. Sería mejor que viviera con nosotros-decidió. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#death

If you've got some hopelessly overmatched heroes fighting evil and some Imperial types marching, John Williams is your guy. You need a song to make people reach for a box of Kleenex, talk to Randy Newman. But if you want creepy atmospherics and spine-shivering chords to back up your casual death threats, you gotta bring in Danny Elfman. ↗

— Kevin Hearne

#death

Just like old librarians, old coins are often more valuable than they appear at face value. ↗

— Kate Klise

#librarians #death

The well-being of a neuron depends on its ability to communicate with other neurons. Studies have shown that electrical and chemical stimulation from both a neuron's inputs and its targets support vital cellular processes. Neurons unable to connect effectively with other neurons atrophy. Useless, an abandoned neuron will die. ↗

— Lisa Genova

#science #communication

Love has never been understood, though it may have been fully experienced, and that experience communicated. ↗

— Shulamith Firestone

#communication

But then again, I was about as far from touchy-feely as you could get. Unless you’re fucking me, don’t put your hands on me. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

. . . the problem with looking for your glasses is that you don’t have your glasses on while you’re looking . . . ↗

— Marcus Sakey

#death

I think when I began, I played distortion more than the guitar. The results of my strumming. Now I play the twang of the string, which is a lot closer to the source of the sound making. ↗

— Ian Williams

#closer #distortion #guitar #i #i think

I recognized my work for what it was--as unimportant a drug as cigarettes to get one through the weeks and years. If we are extinguished by death, as I still try to believe, what point is there in leaving some books behind any more than bottles, clothes, or cheap jewellry? ↗

— Graham Greene

#work #writing #death

Treatment is the way to go. It can work if you have the right model. ↗

— Joe Williams

#model #right #treatment #way #work