“Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison. Some part of you which you deeply value lies forever impaled at a crossroads you can no longer find and never forget.” ― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger
When great people die, we tend to react on a level disproportionate to our relationship with them. We hardly knew them so whatever we feel is based upon a confluence of coincidences and accumulated considerations. What their signature song meant to us in our teens. How a novel they wrote moved us in our college years.
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