At the end of life, nobody knows where the spirit goes.
— Lailah Gifty AkitaManfried imagined the stars to be jewels shining in the depths of a long-sealed crypt and, drifting off, he almost glimpsed himself prying open the lid of night and stuffing his pockets with the glittering gems.
— Jesse BullingtonEven in prosperous times the living robbed the dead.
— Jocelyn Murray