“That the sun still rose the next morning was incredibly unjust. Someone good had died. People still woke up, had breakfast, went to work, and it was wrong. Flower petals still opened in the sun’s early light, and animals still… — Jay Bell Copy Share Image
“My life didn't get good until I died, Alex. The very best part of it has been here in this flat, with you.” — L.A. Gilbert Copy Share Image
