" i felt guilty. i was afraid.” “afraid of what, honey?” “you know. death.” “but it isn’t your death.” “any death is your death, in a way.
— john updike, the witches of eastwick.
" i felt guilty. i was afraid.” “afraid of what, honey?” “you know. death.” “but it isn’t your death.” “any death is your death, in a way.
— john updike, the witches of eastwick.
