“And death was a soft thing, soft and black, cool and sweet and gracious. He slipped into it as a swimmer slips into the surf and it closed over him and held him and he felt the pulse and beat of it and knew the vastness and sureness of it.”

— Clifford D. Simak , book Time and Again

Source: Time and Again (1951), Chapter XXVI (p. 139)

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American writer, journalist 1904–1988

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