The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity—it’s envy.  Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.  But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

“We will go as far as Meryton with you,” said Catherine and Lydia.  Elizabeth accepted their company, and they set off together, armed only with their ankle daggers.  Muskets and Katana swords were a more effective means of protecting one’s self, but they considerably unladylike; and, having no saddle in which to conceal them, the three sisters yielded to modesty.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austin and Seth Grahame-Smith

Few thought it worth the expense to dress the dead in finery when they would only soil it upon crawling out of thier graves.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austin and Seth Grahame-Smith

A new day had begun. But what this day would bring, I had no idea.

Haruki Murakami - South of the Border, West of the Sun

His eyebrows went up.  “You would seem to know a great deal about it already.”

“You mean, more than those who believe stories of demons being summoned, and the ultimate war of good and evil, and barons who bathe in the blood of virgins?”

“Well, yes.”  He smiled a little.  “Didn’t quite buy that, eh?”

“I don’t believe in virgins.”

- Steven Brust, Jhegaala

“Looks like we have a deal, Loiosh.”

“Or a trap.”

“Or a trap.  Right now, I’ll be happy with a trap.  It’ll give me something to break out of.  There’s nothing worse than wanting to push and not having anything to push against.”

He started naming things that were worse until I told him to shut up.  There’s nothing worse than a smartass who pretends not to understand hyperbole.

- Steven Brust, Jhegaala

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