"I'll say one thing for her, she hasn't lost her spirit. She's still fierce. I don't turn my back on her when her eys have that look. I know it.."

"Our destinies guide our paws, but they don't shape every step. That's up to us. We walk the path we choose."

I think you have to know someone in order to truly love them, and you have to love someone in order to really hate them. There's the thin hate we have for strangers, and then there's the thick, true, smothering hate we have for those we know best.

I think you have to know someone in order to truly love them, and you have to love someone in order to really hate them. There's the thin hate we have for strangers, and then there's the thick, true, smothering hate we have for those we know best.

Loveliness and stillness clasped hands in the bedroom, and among the shrouded jugs and sheeted chairs even the prying of the wind, and the soft nose of the clammy sea airs, rubbing, snuffling, iterating, and reiterating their questions—"Will you fade? Will you perish?"

The dying are selfish, he thought; they want their moments to themselves, like children.

That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.