“She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.”

“Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.”

“Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.”
She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.”

“If a Bloggers dies without transforming his/her knowledge to the new generation, the knowledge is meaningless. If an example if a witch could not transform her knowledge to anybody, she makes a hole where she dies.”

“Some say he was a sailor who died away at sea
Some say he was a prisoner who never was set free
Lost upon the ocean he died there in the mist
Dreaming of a kiss
Bitter Green they called her walking in the sun
Loving everyone that she met
Bitter Green they called her waiting in the sun
Waiting for someone to take her home”

“Trust me?" I held my breath for her answer. She had every reason not to trust me. I'd been her kidnapper, her captor, yet I'd rather have died than hurt a single hair on her head.”

“The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.”

“I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could
love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away.”

“This woman woke up to see me and John Stamos banging on her windows. She must have thought she died and went to sitcom hell.”

“So she might die here—well, she could have died anywhere, so who cared where? That didn’t interest her. Life and mystery, that interested her. Perhaps she would have been keener on death and its processes if she’d had a religious side, but to her the religions of the ages were all mixed up in her head, a ceaselessly overworked agglutination of thousands of years of responding to the fears she didn’t possess.”