Quotes About Death

We don't bring anything into the world and we sure as shit don't take anything out.

Che effetto prova un suicida quando piomba giù da un cornicione? Sono sicuro che la sensazione sia del tutto sana. Probabilmente è per quello che urlano durante tutto il volo.

Death is great for the appetites. How about those two girls and Gribble? They wanted to see what screwing a dead man felt like. Now for Something Completely New and Different. I don't know if Gribble got much out of it, but they sure as shit did. It's the same with anybody. It doesn't matter if they're eating or drinking or sitting on their cans. They like it better, they feel it and taste it better because they're watching dead men.

It seemed to him that the sound of his footfalls had become as loud to his ears as the sound of his own heartbeat. Vital, life and death sound.

Look at that Barkovitch. He ain't in it to get no Prize. He's just walkin' to see other people die. He lives on it. When someone gets a ticket, he gets a little more go-power. It ain't enough. He'll dry up just like a leaf on a tree.

He's going to die, isn't he? Stebbins said. Sure, McVies answered. They've all been dying, didn't you know?

Ich hatte Angst«, sagte er. »Leute, die keine haben, sterben jung«

The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people who had read the books had died or forgotten about them, but through the organic process of music the books had become virgins again.

If I Should Die Before You Do When you wake up from death, you will find yourself in my arms, and I will be kissing you, and I will be crying.

You've got some 'Star-Spangled' nails in your coffin, kid. That's what they've done for you, son.

He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.

Someday Time will die, and Love will bury it

The voyage from San Francisco to Hawaii had been the most terrifying experience Greer and Cameron had ever gone through, even more terrible than the time they shot a deputy sheriff in Idaho ten times and he wouldn't die and Greer finally had to say to the deputy sheriff, Please die because we don't want to shoot you again. And the deputy sheriff had said, Ok, I'll die, but don't shoot me again. We won't shoot you again, Cameron had said. Ok, I'm dead, and he was.

The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea. He experienced the basics of love ended.

There was a fine thing about that trout. I only wish I could have made a death mask of him. Not of his body though, but of his energy. I don't know if anyone would have understood his body. I put it in my creel.

He looked ninety years old for thirty years and then he got the notion that he would die, and did so.

Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars.

He died on his return to New York. He died on the gangplank, just a few feet away from America. He didn't quite make it. His hat did though. It rolled off his head and down the gang-plank and landed, plop, on America. Poor devil. I heard it was his heart, but the way the Chinese dentist described the business, it could have been his teeth.

I hate eating dinner alone. It's like being dead.

The man who owned the bookstore was, of course, a Jew, a retired merchant seamen who had been torpedoed in the north Atlantic and floated there day after day until death did not want him. He had a young wife, a heart attack, a Volkswagen, and a home. He learned about life at 16, first from Dostoyevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara.

When I am dying, I should like my life taken out under general anaesthetic, exactly as if it were a diseased appendix.

Wild animals almost never die of old age: starvation, disease, or predators catch up with them long before they become really senile. Until recently this was true of man too. Most animals die in childhood, many never get beyond the egg stage. Starvation and other causes of death are the ultimate reasons why populations cannot increase indefinitely.

however many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead, or rather not alive. You may throw cells together at random, over and over again for a billion years, and not once will you get a conglomeration that flies or swims or burrows or runs, or does anything, even badly, that could remotely be construed as working to keep itself alive.