That is the name of a graphic novel that I have taken from the library many times but have never finished (I am really good at doing that). The sentiment is similar to one I had scrawled on the mirror in my pre-reno bathroom (life is a death sentence). Many visitors thought that it was a depressing thing to read every morning (my Dad even tried to wash it off the mirror but I wouldn't let him) but I found it inspiring in a "seize the day" kind of way.
This past weekend three bodies were pulled from the North Saskatchewan River. One was Gilbert Bouchard. I was not really surprised but still... I am sad. I didn't know him that well and I wish I had. He was a great friend of the Arts, and was responsible for getting graphic novels reviewed in the Edmonton Journal on a regular basis. The arts community has lost a great friend.
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. - Orson Welles
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Orson Welles was a smart man.
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