Death sounds like the absence of footsteps down the hallway. It sounds like a morning shower not being taken. Death sounds like the lack of the voice that should be yelling my name from the kitchen, telling me to get out of bed. Death sounds like the absence of the knock on my door that usually comes moments before my alarm goes off.
İnsan kendini değil, ölçülerin bozguncusu yalancı ve yaygaracı, boşuna ümitlerin, kuruntuların, dehşetlerin yaratıcısı ve mevcut olmayanların tanrısı muhayyileyi silebilse, her şey, kendi kendisi hâlinde, ne kadar sade.