Dying took commitment. It was easier to go on living incompetently.

Light requires the high relief of darkness. Seeds sprout in darkness. Children are conceived, and the sun reborn. Death returns us to it. Darkness is not ... it’s not wrong.

The flesh is buta sack of goo,a feast for wormsto delve into.Remember, mortal,as you strive,that you, ambitious goo,must also die.

We won’t know what hit us, because we’ll be dead; or we will know, and we’ll die in protracted agony. There’s no point worrying about it beforehand.

Don’t be afraid. We’re walking away from death, not toward it. Death is going back.

One foot in front of the other was all she could manage.

Dying took commitment. It was easier to go on living incompetently. What if she put off deciding until tomorrow? She needed time to get the nerve up and work out a foolproof, painless way to do it. Until then, she'd walk on - badly.