death
"In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails of boats anchored in a busy harbor. They were sails that would never again be filled with wind, sails that, too long unused and heavily drooping, had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised."
"We have been so successful in the past century at the art of living longer and staying alive that we have forgotten how to die."
"Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come."
