The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat.

The Attic warbler pours her throat, / Responsive to the cuckoo's note.

Just seeing other people, people getting on with their normal lives, is such a hard thing after you've lost someone so close to you.

To die; to decide to die; that's much easier for an adolescent than for an adult. What? Doesn't death strip an adolescent of a far larger portion of future? Certainly it does, but for a young person, the future is a remote, abstract, unreal thing he doesn't really believe in.

Misa: I can't imagine a world without Light!

L: Yes,that would be dark.

Just because I am alone, does not mean I am lonely. I am not you.