Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving 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.
It's been years since I read Wilde and I'd forgotten how wonderful a writer he is. Sharp, funny, off the wall and so elegant. Love. I seriously need to get my hands on more of his plays and short stories.