Some men never die and some men never live but we’re all alive tonight.
You have to die a few times before you can really live.
What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death.
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody else’s.
In this land some of us f*** more than we die but most of us die better than we f***.
Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don’t hear when your back is turned.
Dying in a war never stopped wars from happening.
Death doesn’t matter but the ultimate inconvenience of near-death is worse than galling.
