When we first started this, it wasn’t about the dead, it was about the living.[to Frank]
When people die, they soil the sheets. Blood, s***, urine. I can take care of every stain there is.
When my body dies, my soul will still be yours. Nothing is lost, Sassenach. Only changed.
We’re at war. And in war, people die.
We can be killed, if you try hard enough.[to Diana]
Truth is as terrible as death.
To conquer death is an ennobled calling.
This place wants us dead.
There’s no version of an effective resistance. There’s just misguided idealism that leads to death and despair.
There’s no such thing as dying of old age. Something kills us all.
There are worse things than death.
The road to death is a lonely highway, and longer than it appears, even when it leads straight down from the scaffold, by way of a rope. And it’s a dark road, with never any moon shining on it, to light your way.
