“When my mother passed away several years ago—well, wait a minute. Actually, she didn’t ‘pass away.’ She died. Something about that verb, ‘to pass away’ always sounds to me as if someone just drifted through the wallpaper. No, my mother did not pass away. She definitely died.”

“Thank God,my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday!”

“If you truly live, you will never truly die!”

“He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.”

“They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.”

“Sometimes I hear the world discussed as the realm of men. This is not my experience. I have watched men fall to the ground like leaves. They were swept up as memories, and burned. History owns them. These men were petrified in both senses of the word: paralyzed and turned to stone. Their refusal to express feeling killed them. Anachronistic men. Those poor, poor boys.”

“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.”

“The living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.”

“Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.”

“You smell so good,””No, I don’t, I smell like death.””You’re crazy, you’re not dead. You do not smell like death.””I was dead a long time.””And now you’re not. Hence the alive smell.”

“Not that there’s anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it’s way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It’s just that there are other ways to spend your time as a cadaver.”

“…the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision.”

“The fact of having been born is a bad augury for immortality.”

“There are a million things in this world that can end you, that can in one second obliterate the life you work so hard to keep alive. Our lives are structured around not dying. Eating, sleeping, looking both ways before you cross the street. It’s all, all of it, to keep us safe from the thing that we know is going to get us anyway. It doesn’t even make sense, if you think about it. It’s the world’s biggest joke. Our entire lives are set up around not dying, knowing all the while that it’s the one thing we can’t avoid.”

“Man (and woman) has an infinite capacity for self-development. Equally, he has an infinite capacity for self-destruction. A human being may be clinically alive and yet, despite all appearances, spiritually dead.”