"You mean the Garden of death"she whispered."yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me.You can open for me the portals of Death's house, for love is always with you, and Love is stronger than Death is."

The Canterville Ghost, Oscar Wilde