In the age of ideologies, we must make up our minds about murder. If murder has rational foundations, then our period and we ourselves have significance. If it has no such foundations, then we are...

Superman comics are a fable, not of strength, but of disintegration. They appeal to the preadolescent, (sic) mind not because they reiterate grandiose delusions, but because they reiterate a very deep cry for help.Superman’s two...

Passion + Vision +Skill + Mentoring = Success.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we...

No matter what goals you set to accomplish always remember there is a thing known as life which you should never forget to live and enjoy.

Losing you’re co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn’t want to look at that.

It is said that the dead are infinitely patient, although it is usually said by the living, and how would they know?

Even now, I found it difficult to believe that my father could or might be dying. He had always been a strong man, a good leader. No one had ever seen him with his head...

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

We tell the dead to rest in peace, when we should worry about the living to live in peace.

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she’s trying to bloom. Tho she’s resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.

You die in the middle of your life.

Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.

Gun up,’ he whispered to Skosh. The word went back to invisible kids lying on the jungle floor. ‘Set it in here,’ Mellas whispered to Conman. ‘Put Vancouver with his machine gun one-eighty from it.”He...

We are only an instant, that’s true. But we are eternal.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what’s dead. It won’t complain.

If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as...

A pall fell over the room. A black shroud of disease and deathbeds and all the worst things from all the worst places. This mutant world, a tragic portmanteau, the unnatural marriage of two roots...

Sometimes when I wake up, I forget that she’s gone and then I remember and my heart drops like it does when you miss a step or trip over a kerb.

I’m an Atheist. I don’t believe in God, Gods, Godlets or any sort of higher power beyond the universe itself, which seems quite high and powerful enough to me. I don’t believe in life after...

And a strange, deadly war is raging around the world. Yet, each person who has lost a loved one surely knows secretly, deeply, that no war, no act of revenge, no daisy-cutters dropped on someone...

I think back to the day I stood before my wife’s grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that...

There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.

When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades...

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

While death and darkness girdle meI grope for immortality.

For those who fear to die, death walks behind them like an ominous shadow. But for those who embrace it, death casts a gentle eye upon that person.

We do not fear death.We fear not having lived enough.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that’s ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself.

The others were trying to spare you from pain. The truth can be devastating. We spend much of our lives protecting ourselves from it and shielding others as well. We use lies to take the...

We’re so old that the winds of age echo along our ribs and pick at our eye sockets. We could be gone tomorrow. A chill, say, or a little slip on the cliff side. I...

No one is adequate to comprehending the misery of my lot! Fate obliges me to be constantly in movement: I am not permitted to pass more than a fortnight in the same place. I have...

Anne, I don’t want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can’t Live It. I can’t even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you...

He felt split in two, one crazy man eating hair and one rational man watching a crazy man eat hair. He chewed and swallowed the last pieces of his father’s life. He felt like he...

Someday you will die. Because you are embodied through and through, at that point you will cease to exist. You will not meet death, because, as the sage says, “Where death is I am not;...

At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them.

darkness falls upon Humanityand faces become terriblethingsthat wanted more than therewas.all our days are marked withunexpectedaffronts – somedisastrous, othersless sobut the process iswearing andcontinuous.attrition rules.most givewayleavingempty spaceswhere people shouldbe.and nowas we ready to self-destructthere is...

Yes — or rather, it’s not so much that I want to die as that I’m tired of living.

The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.

I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have.

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.

The dead,” she said. “And we have plenty of dead between us, but the way we act, you’d think they were corpses handing on to our ankles, rather than souls freed to the elements.” …...

There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

Who’s on board? Hey, who wants to come get blown up? Woohoo! Yeah, dude, I am ready to go fucking die! We are all going to fucking die!

Good thing I’m aging, otherwise I’d be dead.

Don’t judge me. Ethics and morality no longer exist in our world. It’s a luxury of the past, afforded only to those who had a future.