Death

I don't know..Death's a funny thing. I used to think it was a big sudden thing, like a hug owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don't anymore. I think it's a slow thing. Like a thief who comes to your house day after day, taking a little thing here and a little thing there, and one day you walk round the house and there's nothing there to keep you, nothing to make you want to stay.

And then you lie down

and shut up

forever.

-Neil Gaiman-