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The Art of Death: Writing the Last Story by Edwidge Danticat
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"Perhaps Hurston saw in her female parent, Lucy, a version of Persephone, who is and then missed when she'south gone that the earth literally starts to dice. This type of grief, equally Toni Morrison writes in Sula, has no top and no bottom, "just circles and circles of sorrow."
― Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Death: Writing the Concluding Story

"At that place's no such affair as unproblematic mourning for anyone, really, except that as writers our grief becomes woven into the cloth of our work every bit well every bit into our source material."
― Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Death: Writing the Terminal Story

"Hearing, they say, is one of the last senses to get. My mother smiled. I tearfully asked her, "Mommy, can you see heaven?" She smiled again. Then she was gone. There was no expiry rattle, no sudden in-breath or out-breath. She only stopped animate. She smiled and slipped abroad. Grin while dying is obviously non that unusual. The body tries to produce a state of euphoria to usher united states out. It releases the same kinds of neurochemicals, dopamine and serotonin, that flood our brains every bit we are falling in love."
― Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Expiry: Writing the Terminal Story

"I sometimes feel every bit though nosotros are all daughters of the same mythical mother. Some of the states are super direct, funny. Others are pensive, inquisitive, maudlin, bitter, sarcastic, or a combination of all those things. Yet we have all been orphaned, except by our words, which nosotros somewhen turn to in society to make sense of the impossible, the unknowable."
― Edwidge Danticat, The Fine art of Decease: Writing the Final Story

"Perchance the mode death folds into the most individual of spaces encourages united states of america to underestimate the shattering weight of such a devastating loss. Possibly uninterrupted routines and the daily flow of life force united states to forget that losing a loved one to death is confounding, excruciating, sometimes fifty-fifty unbearable. That is, until information technology is our turn to grieve, and no matter how many people surround us, we end upward, at one bespeak or another, feeling totally solitary."
― Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Death: Writing the Terminal Story

"We are all bodies, just the dying body starts decaying right earlier our eyes. And those narratives that tell u.s. what it's similar to live, and die, within those bodies are helpful to all of us, considering no matter how onetime nosotros are, our bodies never finish being mysterious to us."
― Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Expiry: Writing the Last Story

"Each expiry frames previous deaths in a different light, and even deaths to come up. During the time my mother was sick, I found myself crying uncontrollably over the deaths of people I barely knew."
― Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Death: Writing the Terminal Story

"For in grief aught 'stays put,"' C. S. Lewis writes. "One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it e'er recurs. Round and circular. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or cartel I hope I am on a spiral?"
― Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Expiry: Writing the Terminal Story

"Nosotros cannot write about death without writing almost life. Stories that start at the end of life frequently take us back to the by, to the get-go - or to some commencement - to unearth what there was before, what will be missed, what volition be lost."
― Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Death: Writing the Final Story

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