““The secret to anything is to decide. Anything is surmountable. Anything. Anything but death, but if death is not foreign, if death is not exotic, if death isn’t—but death is. Death always is. It’s the unknown country. It’s the tenant of tall shadows. It’s the dark. It is the Thing humanity has tried to vanquish with cities, with lit-all-night streetlamps; with medicine and surgery, religion and mythology, art and demagoguery, and yet—yet, yet, death looks at these measures and feels the briefest, barest confusion.””
