Live free or die.

In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

They say that just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that's not how it happened for me.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says.it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days until I'm free and away from all these people and their sliding superficial lives brushing past one another gliding, gliding, gliding from life to death. For them there's hardly a change between the two.

Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind.