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Daryl Dixon: You know, my mom, she liked her wine. She liked to smoke in bed. Virginia Slims. I was playing out with the kids in the neighborhood. I could do that with Merle gone. They had bikes, I didn't. We heard sirens getting louder. They jumped on their bikes, ran after it, you know, hoping to see something worth seeing. I ran after them, but I couldn't keep up. I ran around a corner and saw my friends looking at me. Hell, I saw everybody looking at me. Fire trucks everywhere. People from the neighborhood. It was my house they were there for. It was my mom in bed burnt down to nothing. That was the hard part. You know, she was just gone. Erased. Nothing left of her. People said it was better that way. I don't know. Just made it seem like it wasn't real, you know?

Carl Grimes: I shot my mom. She was out. Hadn't turned yet. I ended it. It was real. I'm sorry about your mom.


Daryl Dixon: I'm sorry about yours.

— Daryl Dixon (Norman Reedus), The Walking Dead, Season 3: Hounded

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All were in sorrow, or had been, or soon would be.
It was the nature of things.
Though on the surface it seemed every person was different, this was not true.
At the core of each lay suffering; our eventual end, the many losses we must experience on the way to that end.
We must try to see one another this way.
As suffering, limited beings -- 
Perennially outmatched by circumstance, inadequately endowed with compensatory graces. 
His sympathy extended to all in this instant, blundering, in its strict logic, across all divides.
He was leaving here broken, awed, humbled, diminished.
Ready to believe anything of this world.
Made less rigidly himself through his loss.
Therefore quite powerful.
Reduced, ruined, remade.
Merciful, patient, dazzled. 

— George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo: A Novel

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