Not that I’m crazy or any­thing, I just want some proof that death isn’t the end.

You gotta know when it&#39;s time to hang up. But when I finally go, let me go out on stage, my perfect ending. Don&#39;t let me go when I&#39;m sick or asleep. Let me be in motion.

Susan said, “Have you given any thought to how we should spend Christmas?” “Only that we should be together.” I glanced over at the softly snoring Pearl. “With Pearl, of course. Hawk, too. Maybe

Absent- that was what he was: so absent from everything most densely real and near to those about him that it sometimes startled him to find they still imagined he was there.

Written By Edith Wharton

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