User Profile
Add Friend
Add Note
Track User
Send V-Gift
[ potentially ]
Created on 2009-02-23 03:09:03 (#18776698), last updated 2009-04-05
112 comments received, 163 comments posted
Plus Account [Gift]
4 Journal Entries, 7 Tags, 0 Memories, 0 Virtual Gifts, 15 Userpics
| Name: | Nobody Owens |
|---|

Oh yes, the living boy. Silence. Only the patter of the rain and the wash of the water from the drainpipes. A silence that stretched until Bod thought that he would break. Silas said, "You know you're different. That you are alive. That we took you in- they took you in here- and that I agreed to be your guardian." Bod said nothing. Silas continued, in a voice like velvet, "You had parents. An older sister. They were killed. I believe that you were to have been killed as well, and that you were not was due to chance, and to the intervention of the Owenses." "And you," said Bod, who had had that night described to him over the years by many people, some of whom had even been there. It had been a big night in the graveyard. Silas said, "Out there, the man who killed your family is, I believe, still looking for you, still intends to kill you." Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead." "Yes." Silas hesitated. "They are. And they are, for the most part, done with the world. You are not. You're alive Bod. That means that you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished." Bod thought about this. It seemed almost true, although he could think of exceptions- his parents adopting him for example. But the dead and the living were different, he knew that, even if his sympathies were with the dead. -The Graveyard Book |
Friends [View Entries]
Communities [View Entries]
Feeds [View Entries]