[b]Neil Gaiman
I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.[/b]
Not really though, right?
To say that Richard Mayhew was not very good at heights would be perfectly accurate, but would fail to give the full picture; it would be like describing the planet Jupiter as bigger than a duck. Richard hated clifftops, and high buildings; somewhere not far inside of him was the fear – the start, utter, silently screaming terror – that if he got too close to the edge, then something would take over, and he would find himself walking to the edge of a clifftop and then he would just step off into space. It was as if he could not entirely trust himself, and that scared Richard more than the simple fear of falling ever could.
Wow, he thought, do I know how that feels!!
I think there are several aspects of our marriage we’re going to have to work on.
Babes, he told her, You’re dead.
That’s one of those aspects, obviously.
Let’s hope it doesn’t go that far for you.
There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.
You can’t help but wonder where that might have been.
How would you feel about life if Death was your older sister?
Anyone ever ask you that?
You don’t pass or fail at being a human, dear.
Of course most settle for an incomplete.