“All things die,' she told him. Such a truism, it was the trite utterance of any street-corner philosopher, but coming from Inaspe Raimm it sounded different. 'All things reach the end of their journey, be they trees, insects, people or even principalities. All things die so that others may take their place. To die is no tragedy. The tragedy is dying with a purpose unfulfilled.” PeopleDeathPurposeDyingTragedyPhilosopherTreesInsectsUtteranceTriteDragonfly KindenPrincipalitiesInaspe RaimmJourney S EndDestrachisSpider KindenStreet Corner PhilosopherTrite UtteranceUnfulfilled Purpose Book:Salute the Dark Source: Salute the Dark
“In Collegium it had been the fashion, while he had been resident there, to paint death as a grey-skinned, balding Beetle man in plain robes, perhaps with a doctor's bag but more often an artificer's toolstrip and apron, like the man who came in, at the close of the day, to put out the lamps and still the workings of the machines. Among his own people, death was a swift insect, gleaming black, its wings a blur - too fast to be outrun and too agile to be avoided, the unplumbed void in which he swam was but the depth of a single facet of its darkly jewelled eyes.” DeathSalme Dien Book:Dragonfly Falling Source: Dragonfly Falling
