COMING FORTH INTO THE LIGHT was born the day thought:What is? What was? AndWhat if? I was transformed the day My ego shattered, And all the superficial, material Things that mattered To me before, Suddenly ceased To matter. I really came into being The day I no longer cared about What the world thought of me, Only on my thoughts for Changing the world.

— Suzy Kassem

Conflict occurs everywhere except in the cemetery. Everyone experiences conflict except the dead. Thankful for being alive...

— Assegid Habtewold

Daddy?”“I’m right here, baby.” Lumps form in my throat, going all the way down into the core of me. It’s his voice. His. Right there. I reach toward the doorknob, but I don’t get to turn it. Nick smashes at me with his head, pushing against my lower jaw and cheek, like a blow. His muzzle moves my head away from the door. He presses his face in between me and the wood. Fur gets in my mouth. I spit it out and push at him.“That’s my dad. My dad.” I slap the door. “He’s on the other side. The pixies will get him.” Nick shows me his teeth.“I can’t lose him again, Nick.” The wolf snarls like he’s ready to bite. My head jerks back and away, but then I steady myself.“Get. . . Out. . . Of. . . The. . . Way.” Pushing against his thick neck, I slam my hands against him over and over again, pummeling him. He doesn’t budge.“Move!” I order. “Move.”“Zara, is there a wolf in there with you? Do not trust him,” my dad’s voice says, calmly, really calmly. I grab a fistful of fur and freeze. All at once it hits me that something is not right. My dad would never be calm if I was in my bedroom with a wolf. He’d be stressed and screaming, breaking the door down, kicking it in like he did once when I was really little and had accidentally locked myself in the bathroom and couldn’t get the lock out of the bolt because it was so old. He’d kicked that door down, splintering the wood, clutching me to him. Furthermore, he’d kissed my forehead over and over again.“I’d never let anything happen to you, princess,” he’d said. “You’re my baby.” My dad would be kicking the door in. My dad would be saving me.“Let me in,” he says. “Zara. . .” Letting go of Nick, I stagger backward. My hands fly up to my mouth, covering it. Nick stops snarling at me and wags his fluffy tail. How would my dad know that it is a wolf in here and not a dog? How would he know that it isn’t pixies? I shudder. Nick pounds next to me, pressing his side against my legs. I drop my hands and plunge my fingers into his fur, burying them there, looking for something. Maybe comfort. Maybe warmth. Maybe strength. Maybe all three.

— Carrie Jones

Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead.

— Suzanne Collins

Dead or alive, true leaders can inspire an entire army.

— Peter Mohrbacher

Dear world, I am excited to be alive in you, and I am thankful for another year.

— Charlotte Eriksson

Death is every mortal’s life to be alive!

— Munia Khan

Demand, die every days you remember to live.

— Kamand Kojouri

Directing a funeral isn’t about death at all. Funerals are for the living, not the dead.

— Rebecca McNutt

Domestic terrorism is alive and well in the USA, and it is masquerading as “Progress”.

— Steven Magee