Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
You are either alive and proud or you are dead, and when you are dead, you can't care anyway.
I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead.
It is an error to divide people into the living and the dead: there are people who are dead-alive, and people who are alive-alive. The dead-alive also write, walk, speak, act. But they make no mistakes; only machines make no mistakes, and they produce only dead things. The alive-alive are constantly in error, in search, in questions, in torment.
I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us.
The history of a city was like the history of a family—there is closeness and even affection, but death eventually separates everyone from each other. It is only the vividness of memory that keeps the dead alive forever; a writer’s job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as our personal memories.
There is no more foul or relentless enemy of man in the occult world than this dead-alive creature spewed up from the grave.
Live dead. Alive to Christ, dead to self.
or simply:
