Dying is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.
Dying ain’t much of a living, boy.
Doctors don’t fancy the idea of dying any more than anybody else.
Death is just like life in Sin City. There’s nothing you can do. And love doesn’t conquer anything at all.
Death favors no man.
Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.[to Buttercup]
But Christ did not die for the good and beautiful. That is easy enough. The hard thing is to die for the miserable and corrupt.
Being dead really doesn’t make things any easier.[to Lydia]
All of us dead. Except for the one who wants to be dead.
A good death is its own reward.
