We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

He did not like the thought that he was to blame, but the only alternative he could think of to explain their behavior was much worse: that all the love and attention his parents had given him before had somehow been the result of George’s presence, and with George gone there was nothing for him … and all of that had happened at random, for no reason at all. And if you put your ear to that door, you could hear the winds of madness blowing outside.

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

Sometimes dead is better

It doesn't have to be the last good time. But sooner or later the last good time would come around. It does for all of us.

You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.