“This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn’t have to hurt so much.” – Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears”

“Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.”

“Everyone facing death, especially premature death, like us, will be kicking themselves about each wasted hour.”

“Where death follows, there’s life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you’ll eventually find the light.”

“Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was.”

“An aged man is but a paltry thing,A tattered coat upon a stick, unlessSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder singFor every tatter in its mortal dress”

“You can’t make me do nothing but die!”

“Nobody seems to understand that in such matters the tact and sympathy should come from the one who is about to die, not the poor bugger who has to take the news.”

“In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn’t lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot.”

“Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again……….anything.”

“They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]”

“Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.”

“You think it’s so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain’t.”

“And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again…”

“You too, you took an interest in the world. That was long ago. I want you to cast your mind back to then. The domain of the rules was no longer enough for you; you were unable to love any longer in the domain of the rules; so you had to enter into the domain of the struggle. I ask you to go back to that precise moment. It was long ago, no? Cast your mind back: the water was cold. You are far from the edge, now. Oh yes! How far from the edge you are! You long believed in the existence of another shore; such is no longer the case. You go on swimming, though, and every movement you make brings you closer to drowning. You are suffocating, your lungs are on fire. The water seems colder and colder to you, more and more galling. You aren’t that young anymore. Now you are going to die. Don’t worry. I am here. I won’t let you sink. Go on with your reading.”