He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had...

Don’t you love that about the novel? The capaciousness?” he said.

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.

We never care for anyone for their own sake. We train them for the system. No one matters for their own sake. No one acts for their own sake. The system will always be bigger...

Circumstances cannot change how you feel. When you truly love someone – on a level that goes deeper than your mind, deeper than your memories, all the way to the very thing that makes you...

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?

Long after you have reached the end of your natural span, part of you will dwell within me . . . as I shall be in you to the last of your days and even...

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit.

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

Look at us. We build giant highways and murderously fast cars for killing each other and committing suicide. Instead of bomb shelters we construct gigantic frail glass buildings all over Manhattan at Ground Zero, a...

But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life...

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...

Acha alama katika dunia baada ya kuondoka.

Here’s the other thing I think about. It makes little sense to try to control what happens to your remains when you are no longer around to reap the joys or benefits of that control....

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...

It’s your life, not your death, that defines you.

Life is a bitter sweet journey my friend, a bitter sweet journey.

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

Julie would have died there.

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I’d forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips...

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

There’s nowhere else to escape to … Except in a wooden box, that is.

This worldthat was our homefor a brief spellnever brought us anythingbut pain and grief;its a shame that not one of our problemswas ever solved.We departwith a thousand regretsin our hearts.

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...

The actuality of us being cognizant and accepting of the fact we are but a speck of sand in a universe sized desert, whose existence is irrelevant to any facet of universal function is a...

A girl is just like a movie, you want to know what happends next, and how it will end…

As I apologized to her a flicker of panic raced through me and then faded away. There wasn’t enough life left in me to panic. I’d made a mistake and I was dying. Apparently not...

There is an old saying that goes ‘Start by plucking a hair, end by killing a man’. It is also said, ‘Two hands must meet to make a sound’. The atrocities that happened here weren’t...

Potkraj Drugoga svjetskog rata izvukli su me iz škole i, kao šesnaestogodišnjaka, gurnuli u vojsku. Nakon kratke vojničke izobrazbe u würzburškim kasarnama došao sam na frontu koja se u to vrijeme već bila pomakla preko...

I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world all that I didn’t do....

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There’s a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.

Neighbours complaining about someone’s dog making an awful racket. You could hardly blame the poor beast, its owner had died in her bed at least a fortnight before and there hadn’t been much left of...

Political prisoners describe:- extreme physical and emotional torture- distortion of language, truth, meaning and reality- sham killings- begin repeatedly taken to the point of death or threatened with death- being forced to witness abusive acts...

Our life is composed of events and states of mind. How ewe appraise our life from our deathbed will be predicated not only on what came to us in life but how we lived with...

Yes, Max, you are going to die. Just like everybody else.Thank you, Confucious.

Fear envelops bones like new skin,envelops blood with night’s skin,the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet -it is not your hair but the terror in your head,like long hair made of vertical nails,and...

Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was...

Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.

You are not dead, until every person who knew you is dead as well.” Where did I hear that? It doesn’t matter. There is a village in my head.

You only get one life. Live it to the fullest. All your miseries will be forgiven when you will be dead.

Do we fear death or that of arriving at its door before we are ready?

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

There was no heaven here. Eternal life meant waking up as a putrid corpse.

Song after Battle:As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled.Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot...

I was living my own future and my brother’s lost one as well. I represented him here just as he represented me there, in some unguessable other place. His move from life to death might...

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?

I see before me the Gladiator lie: / He leans upon his hand – his manly brow / Consents to death, but conquers agony.