“There's something about imminent death that makes all the threads weave into a picture...” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“...our parents' death broke his sense of wonder. My left-brained brother, who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“When I lost Rose, I kept going, I still do, but I’ll never be what I was when she was alive. It’ll… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Death itself is no match for you. The day you were born, it shrank away in fear.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“People die, and everything they've ever said just echoes around and around. There's nothing new. Only the same nonsense from their lives.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I know she isn’t coming back, but I still think that she will. Nothing can make that go away. We figure out… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I watch the perfectly imperfect people several stories below, living their perfectly imperfect lives, and I think about how many decades will have to… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Rhine: It's okay that you miss her. She was the love of your life. Linden: Not the only love. It feels wrong to think… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Now isn't the time to be angry with my brother, but I suppose the anger I feel for him never goes away. I cover… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“This isn’t living, what all of us are doing. We drive down long, dilapidated back roads.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
