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She surveyed the carnage behind him. "Did you have fun?"He showed her his teeth. "Yes.

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.

Never trust a man who teaches about death but yet had no real experience at all about it.

Dying's a fearful popular activity these days so we often double 'em up.

That's the source of the meditation on death I've carried in my heart all my life.

There is nothing in nature which approximates to the idea of a hospice.

Death, is a beautiful conclusion to these short stories, that which we have so interestingly entitled, lives.

Our atheist thoughts go out to his family following their loss.

This reasonable moderator, and equal piece of justice, Death.

Jana looked beyond him and saw Mars. She ate Mars for breakfast with her eyes.

As thoroughly as mankind has killed God, the reader has despatched the author.

How much dust can a body make? Little specks of death. Measuring life in millimeters.

A little politeness might smooth the way ahead. Knowing it was his turn to be dispatched, the best he could hope for was as swift a death as the one Massetti had so thanklessly received.

Death and madness are his only mistresses.

Multiplying my age by 2 in my head/I'm a grandfather. Or Dead.

The casket was lined with lovely velvet, which must have felt lovely even to the dead, but the glowing man continued to rip up the casket.

But when I am due…Keep local the chest to lay rest my simple skins in,

I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude.

Though death might still the show, life would be the most critiqued act of our existence. Own your stage.

This whole goddam house stinks of ghosts. I don't mind so much being haunted by a dead ghost, but I resent like hell being haunted by a half-dead one.

I'm looking for the exit.""The Last Exit to Brooklyn, will it be?""Er, no! Just the way out."From "One man in his time

The 'Elves' are 'immortal', at least as far as this world goes: and hence are concerned rather with the griefs and burdens of deathlessness in time and change, than with death.

There's nowhere else to escape to ... Except in a wooden box, that is.

In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.