She had asked the older women: "What is that fire?" And they had replied: "It is we who are burning.

And I know I said earlier that he was perfect but he wasn’t perfect, far from it; he could be silly and vain and remote and often cruel and still we loved him, in spite of, because.

Casy said solemnly, "This here ol' man jus' lived a life an' just died out of it. I don't know whether he was good or bad, but that don't matter much. He was alive, an' that's what matters. An' now his dead, an' that don't matter...

For spirits one requires a strong head or else a weak brain, and I fear I possess neither.

Written By Dorothy Dunnett

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