My dad was nothing but a bingo call.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

I hid Mrs. Frozenwater’s body in the ice cube trays in my freezer. Better to keep her there than let her memory thaw out and evaporate. Scotch on the rocks, anyone?

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

…it does not matter if we are forgotten; what matters is the effect we have on those around us and those who come after us. What matters is how our own lives affect the larger,...

Most people have a list of 100 books to read before they die, or 100 places to visit. Not me. I have a list of 100 birthdays to see. No need to write them down,...

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fairTo be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

Every decent man in America ought to swoon with joy for the opportunity to crush with his heel the woolly head of this black lizard, to keep him from scuttling on his belly farther over...

I’m willing to die for my beliefs, but over the course of a lifetime and not all at once right now.

The way to Bliss is through Understanding, through Wisdom.

The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.

The other night my grandpa stopped breathing. I thought he was trying to set a world record for holding his breath, but after ten minutes of me cheering him on, he had to be boring...

Thy best of rest is sleep,And that thou oft provok’st; yet grossly fear’stThy death, which is no more.

The story of a life can be as long or as short as the teller wishes. Whether the life is tragic or enlightened, the classic gravestone inscription marking simply the dates of birth and death...

I killed a man for his shoes, and then I realized his feet were much smaller than mine. So I walked around barefoot for a week, in honor of a man who died a senseless...

These are the ushers of Martius: before himHe carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.Death, that dark spirit, in’s nervy arm doth lie,Which being advanc’d, declines, and then men die.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead, as dead I well may be,You’ll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say Ave there for me,And...

Anyway, they took her body to McBurney’s Funeral Home in Motley. They’ll be planting her tomorrow.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

Until you find a cause you can die for, you are not worthy to live.

You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however….” She smiles. “You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting.”I try...

To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought…?

I hope the leaving is joyful, and I hope never to return.

I realized that love is stronger than death and that people you barely know can amaze you.

Our lives can’t be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.

If you let something scare you to death, then the worst has happened.

BUT MOST PEOPLE ARE RATHER STUPID AND WASTE THEIR LIVES. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THAT? HAVE YOU NOT LOOKED DOWN FROM THE HORSE AT A CITY AND THOUGHT HOW MUCH IT RESEMBLED AN ANT HEAP,...

When a seed sprouts, it’s a violent process. The skin breaks and splits in two. Something dies and something is born. Anytime you paint a strong or violent image, you may be expressing that part...

No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.

Everything science has taught me strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. I believe in an immortal soul. Science has proved that nothing disintegrates into nothingness. Life and soul, therefore,...

A glorious death would be in myfinal breath to take before I die, to hearone final time on my belovèd’s mouththe sound of her eternal sigh.

I can see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

Furthermore, as the body suffers the horrors of disease and the pangs of pain, so we see the mind stabbed with anguish, grief and fear. What more natural than that it should likewise have a...

Beastly of him to die before you realized he might be fascinating.

Some people would rather that you die for their beliefs than that they re-examine those beliefs.

Because children grow up, we think a child’s purpose is to grow up. But a child’s purpose is to be a child. Nature doesn’t disdain what lives only for a day. It pours the whole...

I see black light (his last words)

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you’re glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant…

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

I’ve always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you’ve died a couple of...

Every work cancels the dark. Every work is a hymn from the other side of memory to a memory that is spellbound. Beauty is death’s gift to vulgar life so that it can live in...

Death stoops over me.I’m a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.””Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?””How else? Though not till I’m done reading.

Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one’s ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone – the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there’s no fairness on earth.

When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn’t know; but she felt so afraid of dying!

In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply… nothing.

Like dew I was bornLike dew I vanish..and all that I have ever done Is but a dreamWithin a dream

Once the soul has left the body it had to walk across a bridge as narrow as a knife edge, with paradise on the right and, on the left, a series of circles that lead...