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“He cannot forgive himself for having saved himself when his wife and child went to their deaths we are all as if drugged. Yesterday all of my family were living and now - all are dead. Each of us stands as if turn to stone. I weep for my fate, for what I have left to see.”
― Chil Rajchman, The Last Jew of Treblinka

“Père smiled, and his last note was like a note of defiance flung into the air, bearing him away to nothing and to no one's and as be went be took with him something that would never come again, the lost boy, the frightened happy child - he took something of Julius himself - something that was tremulous, and pitiful, and young.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Julius

“Watching someone die is never easy. I’ve been trying not to think about it. It’s crazy.”
― Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“It was such a horrible experience to helplessly watch someone die. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time he had to do so. He was getting very tired of it.”
― Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“He was shot in the chest while sitting in a friend’s car in Scottsdale. The killing was somehow related to drugs, no one knows exactly how. Or maybe Sophia knows, but she’s not admitting to it. She talks about him in glowing terms, describes their relationship as “perfectâ€�, and yet says he used to hit her. Things weren’t easy when he was alive, and they haven’t gotten easier since his death. She works in her family’s restaurant and doesn’t have much money, which is why she still lives in the barrio. She tells me about a time when she woke in the middle of the night and found a man in her bedroom. He’d broken in through a window. She screamed at him to get out, and he said, “It’s okay. It’s okay,â€� and left. She now keeps a gun under her bed.”
― Barry Graham, Why I Watch People Die

“Soon it will be different. Soon there will be a night when we’re in my car and she’s screaming, raging, stabbing herself in the arm with a knife she’s pulled from her purse. Blood all over her, me and the dashboard. Me tearing up my shirt to bind her arm with. Her crying and saying she’s sorry. Everything being different, and then there being nothing between us.”
― Barry Graham, Why I Watch People Die