Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got... - Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

"Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing."

"Everything that happens before Death is what counts."