If I had lived my life in the consciousness of this death, everything would have been different.

He did not ask me to shoot him; perhaps at the very end he loved his vanishing life.

The silver fish flashed in the sun like new knives, transforming their asphyxiation into a display of beauty as they flicked and leapt against each other and died.

There is only one thing worse than losing the one you love, and that is losing them without knowing why. If you are a dog, then your master is like a god to you, and the pain of losing him is greater still.