I'll look as if I'm dead, and that won't be true. ' I said nothing. 'You understand. It's too far. I can't take this body with me. It's too heavy. ' I said nothing. 'But it'll be like an old abandoned shell. There's nothing sad about an old shell. . . ' I said nothing. 'It'll be nice, you know. I'll be looking at the stars, too. All the stars will be wells with a rusty pulley. All the stars will pour out water for me to drink. . . ' I said nothing. 'And it'll be fun! You'll have five-hundred million little bells; I'll have five-hundred million springs of fresh water. . . ' And he, too, said nothing more.
Jessica Valenti
When I did get married, and specifically after I got married and the New York Times style section featured my wedding in the vows column, which is really traditionally kind of seen as an elitist column, and it is, but I was happy to be in it. I thought it was good that they were covering a feminist wedding.
