One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“Death was his little sister one morning when he awoke at the age of seven, looked into her crib, and saw her… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image