A place with no handholds,no landmarks,no past at all:That would have been too much like dying

Extreme emotions could be lethal. If I can't have you nobody will, and so forth. Death could set in.

He would have died soon, but more painfully. Anyway, it was Urban Bloodshed Limitation. First rule: limit bloodshed by making sure that none of your own gets spilled.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

At the end of my ropeI testify to silence.Don’t say I’m not grateful. Most will have only one death.I will have two.

In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning;

from under the ground, from under the waters,they clutch at us, they clutch at us,we won’t let go.

At some indeterminate point in their life cycles, they cause themselves to be placed in artificial stone or wooden cocoons, or chrysalises. They have an idea that they will someday emerge from these in an altered state, which they symbolize with carvings of themselves with wings. However, we did not observe that any had actually done so.

That's the kind of stories I know. Sad ones. Anyway, taken to it's logical conclusion, every story is sad, because at the end everyone dies.