Perhaps we’re dead already and we just don’t realise it.
Aunt Pol, when I was Michael’s age I’d killed a hundred men and seen a thousand die. If you want to scare that kid away forever, carry on how you’re going. If you want him to stay, let him come.
All beauty is temporary. Decay and death haunt every breath we take.
There’s only one war. Life against death.
In France I got used to seeing men die. I never got used to seeing horses die.
I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer.
When we die we turn into stories. And every time someone tells one of those stories, it’s like we’re still here for them. We’re all stories in the end.
People die easily. When someone cries out for help, if you don’t act quickly, it will be too late.
Nothing ever stays dead.
I know death now. I’ve seen it. It had no fangs. It smiled at me. And it was beautiful.
You know what the worst part of being dead is? You’re stuck. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to change.
We all die. If we accepted that, we’d be happier.
