Pramoedya Ananta Toer, No Night Market:
Then the Chinese said with his eyes fixed on a broken roof tile, "Why does anyone of us have to die alone? Be born alone? And live alone in a world full of people? And when we love someone and they love us--," he knelt and peered through the door to father's solitary body, "as our late friend did, for instance, why do we have to part with them in death? Alone. Alone. Alone. Born alone. One person. Then another. Why can't we be born together and die together? I wish the world was as warm, noisy and bright as the night market is."