My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
If the Muse is late for work, you start without her.
Peter S. Beagle, from his introduction to his story “Salt Wine”. The Line Between. 2006, Tachyon Publications. (via venuscomb)