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“It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.”

“I felt like a mouse running through one of those cardboard mazes. I didn't have to think about anything I did. My body just...went. The difference was that, unlike the mouse, there was no hunk of cheese waiting for me at the end. No reward of any kind for making it through. In fact, there was no end at all.”

"Mourning is love with no place to go."