My head is in another dimension. My feet are talking to their soles. My nose is detecting a hint of sweaty, overpumped poon. There’s a spider corpse perpetually hanging on the wall next to my...

I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

The body tries to stop the mind from killing itself, no matter the cost. It is only the lack of strength, the fatigue that lets the jumpers fall at last.

Some years later, long after he and Megadeth parted company, Jay Jones was stabbed to death with a butter knife during-rumor has it-a fight over a bolonga sandwich. That’s not funny, of course. But, if...

Sonia lives her life fully. If she dies tomorrow, she’ll die happy. If she lives the way you want her to live, she’ll die miserable. So leave her alone, okay?

We’re all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don’t die.

…to return to their ‘native soil,’ as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and...

There will be a great imbalance in our strengths if we fight, because I am prepared to die and you are desperate to live.

Only if we live consciously, we can die consciously.

So they will not love, for love is the bane of honour, the death of duty.

The rest of my days I’m going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I’m going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating...

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

I have a spreadsheet of all the women I’d like to spread and sheet. Your mom is on my list. So is your grandma, may she rest in peace.

While he was waiting, leaning on the counter at a coffee place, he remembered the dream he’d had the night before about Antonio Jones, who had been dead for several years now. As before, he...

You know what I was thinking about on my way home? How different my life would be if you’d made that gash a little deeper. Or how different yours would be if I’d vaulted myself...

Was there any meaning to life or to war, that two men should sit together and jump within seconds of each other and yet never meet on the ground below?

We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions...

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted...

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three… nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into...

Apart from such chaotic classics as these, my own taste in novel reading is one which I am prepared in a rather especial manner, not only to declare, but to defend. My taste is for...

I want to thank you so much for what you said two weeks ago. You see, I was walking back from the grave site where I just buried my son, and while I was walking...

We are born from a quiet sleep, and we die to a calm awakening

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub...

There’s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

Forgive me, Magnus.’‘I don’t know if I can.’‘You must.’Still looking into the distance, he said, ‘You need my forgiveness?’‘No. I’m dead. You can do nothing for me. You need to forgive me so you can...

I loved him. We all loved him so much.” I started crying, too, and I wondered if these guys had told the football player they loved him while he was alive, or whether it was...

I wish I could recommend the experience of not being killed to everyone.

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

The unknown…the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought…The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.

Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.

Suicide is an attack on society–an attack on its omnipotence, on its denial of death, and on its own despair.

Ya me sobrará tiempo para descansar cuando me muera, pero esta eventualidad no está todavía en mis proyectos.

Whatever thought grips the mind at the time of death is the one which will propel it and decide for it the nature of its future birth. Thus if one wants to attain god after...

When I Am Dead, My DearestWhen I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress-tree:Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops...

As if when on a winter’s night you sit feasting with your ealdormen and thegns, a single sparrow should fly swiftly into the hall, and coming in at one door should instantly fly out through...

If I were a shovel salesman, my biggest customers would be murderers. Oh, and spurned lovers trying to bury the past.

It’s a hard thing to explain to somebody who hasn’t felt it, but the presence of death and danger has a way of bringing you fully awake. It makes things vivid. When you’re afraid, really...

I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we’re old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner...

We aren’t haunted by the dead, but by the impossible reach of history. By how unknowable these others are to us, how unfathomable we’d be to them.

O young girl, throw yourself again into the water so that I might have a second time the chance to save the two of us!” A second time, eh, what imprudence! Suppose, dear sir, someone...

Die, die we all pass away, But don’t wear a frown coz it’s really okay,And you might try to hide, And you might try to pray,But we all end up remains of the day.

They died together; they’ll always be remembered together. It’s decided, once and for all. He was hers.

Pray GOD by HEART, Not by HABIT.

Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.

The sound is gone. There’s nothing left but the insomniac throbbing of crickets. Crickets in the garden, the courtyard, the back courtyard. Close, domestic, identifiable. And those out in the country. Between all of them...

Life is a do-it-yourself project.

He’d fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.