الموت موجود لا بوصفه نقيضاً للحياة، بل بوصفه جزءاً منها

“Whenever I got home late, I'd always go to my son's room first, to see his slee…”

“ليس ثمة ما يمكنني عمله أكثر من ذلك.”

“How can the mind be so imperfect?" she says with a smile.I look at my hands. Ba…”

“Violence does not always take physical form, and not all wounds gush blood.”