Death Quote by Janet Fitch

““Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear.””

Janet Fitch

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The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray…

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When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But Michael saw past the mouth and the eyes, the architecture of the body, her fleshly masquerade. Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater. But Michael…

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“They can't touch us. We're the Vikings. We go into battle without armor for the flush and the blood of it.”

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“But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.”

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“To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a race. Three…

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“what was the point in creating something that was so futile and so precious? everything beautiful was like that. a little bit of the true world. beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. time could rest for a moment, stop and that senseless motion. people thot beauty was bullshit, just a bandaide slapped over…

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