“When one faces death, one should embrace the darkness and accept that life is over. The difficulty, however, comes in letting go of hope.”
“Nurse Winter stares at me, her face looking blank for a moment. "Are you sure?" she asks. "Positive,”
“Suddenly something touches my shoulder. I spin around to find a dark shape standing right next to me. For a moment, I'm filled with a sense of panic, but then the figure steps even closer and I realize, with shock, that it's Nurse Winter. She's wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs, and she smiles as she puts her arms around my shoulders. I glance back over at her window, but there's no sign of her now. How the hell did she get over to my room so fast? I turn back to her as she pushes her bare breasts against my chest, presses her crotch against my erect penis, and starts to kiss me. It's”
“If you'll excuse me," Nurse Winter adds, "I must go and attend to some other matters, but I'll be around all day in case you need me. And you must let me know if you get any more information on the poor man's name, or how he died.”
“You'll look back on your time at Lakehurst with fond memories," she continues. "You'll never sugarcoat it, of course, but you'll know that this time was well-used. You'll feel confident. You'll be able to accept who you are,”
“The world is a fucked-up place,”
“this headstone. "So which one's you?" I ask. "Are you Alice, or are you Marie?" I pause, giving her a chance to reply, but she doesn't say anything. "Is this what you wanted me to do? You wanted me to help find your grave?" I pause for a moment.”
“stare in shocked silence. Another body. I shine my phone straight in the face and see that, like the first body, this one is husk-like, as if it's been mummified. Just as I'm reminding myself not to freak out, I happen to spot something else next to the body, and I shine my phone across and see another corpse. With”
“The world really is a fucked up place after all.”
“So he just sits up here?" I ask. "This old fucking Nazi just sits up here and waits for what? Death?" "Don't be so insolent," Nurse Winter replies. "This man deserves a certain degree of respect. Don't dismiss him, just because he dared to do the dirty work that the rest of us preferred to ignore.”
“wander over and take a closer look at the chair. It's an old wooden contraption, fitted out with lots of wires and sensors, and there are plenty of leather straps that are presumably used to tie patients down. The wires run to the computers, which in turn are hooked up to some older-looking equipment. My medical knowledge is pretty much zero, so I've got no idea what's actually going on down here. Despite my curiosity, I guess this is highly unlikely to be anything to do with the dead body, so I'd better put my curiosity on the backburner while I go and check out the parts of the basement that”
“You've done a good thing," Nurse Winter says. "You should be proud of yourself.”
“Well that's wonderful," she says. "Everyone says that their third night is particularly fun." She stands up straight and starts walking away. "See you later!" she calls back. As I'm”
“How can it be that everything makes so much sense in my head, but it all falls apart when I start speaking?”
“Rise up and lift your lips to death," I say, "for it is the sweetest thing you will ever taste.”
“ the path your life is stuck on and be free
It's a dark whisper calling to me.
But I'm not brave enough to listen. I'm old enough to know I don't have any special talents. So no matter how depressing... I have to suck it up... And live the life I have.”
“The smell of peace is abroad, the air is cold, the skies are brittle, and the leaves have finally fallen. I wear a pony coat with skin like watered silk and muff of lamb. My fingers lie in depths of warmth. I have a jacket of silver sequins and heavy bracelets of rich corals. I wear about my neck a triple thread-like chain of lapis lazulis and pearls. On my face is softness and content like a veil of golden moonlight. And I have never in all my lives been so lonely.”
“I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.”
“Such a sweet letter from Lady Conway... You remember my telling you about her? Her memory's bad. Can't recognize her relations always and tells them to go away."
"That might be shrewdness really," said Miss Marple, "rather than a loss of memory.”
“Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.”
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