death

"I’m willing to die for the woman I love. I just want to take 75 years to do it."

"Death cannot stop true love. That’s why it’s pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans."

"I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die."

"I g-g-guess...I'm dead?"she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin.For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then:"Hi, Dead. I'm Dan."

"Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal."

"When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him."

"Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up."

"DON'T THINK OF IT AS DYING, said Death. JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH."

"Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

"I have noticed that even those who assert that everything is predestined and that we can change nothing about it still look both ways before they cross the street"

"Death is another bar which lies several steps below the normal world. I'm at its threshold, but not yet in it. Its doorway is doorless."

"I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I'd be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came crashing down and that was it for the rest of the day. Sunlight was reproof. Shouldn't I feel better than I had in the dead of night."

"When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation."[As attributed by Alastair Reid in Neruda and Borges, The New Yorker, June 24, 1996; as well as in The Talk of the Town, The New Yorker, July 7, 1986]"

"The real hell of this,"he told her, "is that you're going to get through it."

"Death is the only wise advisor that we have. Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you're about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that is so. Your death will tell you that you're wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you, 'I haven't touched you yet."

"I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter."

"She died--this was the way she died;And when her breath was done,Took up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her little figure at the gateThe angels must have spied,Since I could never find herUpon the mortal side."

"I don't eat friggin' lobster or anything like that. Because they're alive when you kill it."

"If you’re going to hang around and watch me write, you might as well have a noose around your neck. Would you mind if I kicked the chair out from under your feet? You’re standing on my only place to sit."

"And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried."