“No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.”
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I felt this way too, he was too twee in an off-putting way.
As a person he always felt a little off, like he always put on an act (which he obviously did). But his fiction is empathetic and soulful it’s really hard to imagine it was all just performatory.