“It's you,” David says, “our queen with your crown, going into some body of water where we cannot follow you.”

“It's you,” David says, “our queen with your crown, going into some body of water where we cannot follow you.”

“I will never stop loving you, I know it’s a cliché but it’s damn true.”

“It's you,” David says, “our queen with your crown, going into some body of water where we cannot follow you.”

“I told her that the pills will let her slip off and that when a person dies there comes a long clean sleep.” “That’s all,” Alexandria whispers, echoing after her, “a long clean sleep.”

“Why must we be so restricted by language, these ruined tongues! These twenty-six letters- how can that explain this agony? How could we ever endeavor to prove what we are here for- through such combinations? Death is just a word someone invented for what happens at the end of a person’s life. It’s only a word: if there was no word for it we wouldn’t be so worried!”

“I would say she’s in the place where the river of time runs into, where the holograms go when they disappear into the air, she is neither completely dreaming, nor fully awake,”