Quotes About Decay

Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.

I can see the cracks in society, in people, in this world and I'd rather die before slipping into one of them.

Fear is the short road to death and this world, Changed by the flux of decay: Survival is the exception for weary men.From the new book The Waning

In the end, the slow decay of the body didn't matter. We all continue on, renewing ourselves, through our offspring. They are what matter. They are what survives.

I can see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

This was how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

They buried him in dirt that smelled like broken batteries, and crouched in a fiberglass shed while the acid rain poured down to dissolve his flesh and bleach his bones.

We are bound to expireEven metal which is sturdiest, Rusts.Even oxygen, the breath of life, Soon transpires.8/6/11 -Luis Medina

The sooner the rebirth, the prettier the corpse.

Malady of mortality

All human things are subject to decay And when fate summons monarchs must obey.

Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.

I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

I don't like litter and blight.

That luxury, ossified Los Angeles world isn't good for the soul.

Aidan was fascinated by Mr. Stock's hat. Perhaps it had once been a trilby sort of thing. It may once hace even been a definite color. Now it was more like something that had grown - like a fungus - on Mr. Stock's head, so mashed and used and rammed down by earthy hands that you could have thought it was a mushroom that had accidentally grown into a sort of gnome-hat. It had a slightly domed top and a floppy edge. And a definite smell

Diane Setterfield

Readers, continued Miss Winter, are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they think. The writer's life needs time to rot away before it can be used to nourish a work of fiction. It must be allowed to decay. That's why I couldn't have journalists and biographers rummaging around in my past, retrieving bits and pieces of it, preserving it in their words. To write my books, I needed my past left in peace, for time to do its work.

Readers,' continued Miss Winter, 'are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they think. The writer's life needs time to rot away before it can be used to nourish a work of fiction. It must be allowed to decay.

the house picked up again its long, slow project of decay.

The one-story wooden houses looked a set of dentures that hadn't seen Polident in years. FBI Agent Marc Wilkins

In committing a work to memory we make it safe from decay. It stands untouched. Children memorize parts of stories their parents tell them. They want the same story again and again. Don't change a word or they get terribly upset. This is the unchanged narrative every culture needs in order to survive.

heat that rots ambition and stuns the intellect and will.

The ruins stood above the hissing traffic like some monument to doomed expectations.