Maybe she'll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.
There is no gain without risk, perhaps no risk without love.
Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That's what makes them children.
Life sucks, then you die.
That lesson suggests that in the end, we can only find peace in our human lives by accepting the will of the universe.
Hey police? I just saw the world's oldest, slowest kid climbing into Pleasantview Cemetery. Looked like he was dying to get in. Yeah, looked like a grave matter to me. Kidding? Oh no, I'm in dead earnest. Maybe you ought to dig into it.
And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.
I don't think children ever forget the lies their parents tell them.
It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.
Faith is a great thing, and really religious people would like us to believe that faith and knowing are the same thing, but I don't believe that myself. Because there are too many different ideas on the subject. What we know is this: When we die, one of two things happens. Either our souls and thoughts somehow survive the experience of dying or they don't. If they do, that opens up every possibility you could think of. If they don't, it's just blotto. The end.
