On death and dying
“…-- the aimless days and the uncertain nights and the impotently putting up with the physical deterioration and the terminal sadness and the waiting and waiting for nothing. This is how it works out, he thought, this is what you could not know.”
and
“he went under feeling far from felled, anyting but doomed, eager yet again to be fulfilled, but nonetheless, he never woke up. Cardiac arrest. He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he’d feard from the start.”
– Philip Roth, from Everyman
Jesus, but this dude can write.