“This is death, then: a brief spot of light on earth extinguished, a rippling point of energy swept clear. A kiss, a song, the warm circle of a stranger’s arms – these things and others – the whole crush of memory and hope, the constant babble of the mind, everything that composes a person – gone.”

“This is death, then: a brief spot of light on earth extinguished, a rippling point of energy swept clear. A kiss, a song, the warm circle of a stranger’s arms – these things and others – the whole crush of memory and hope, the constant babble of the mind, everything that composes a person – gone.”

— Kirstin Valdez Quade