Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

[death]...the abyss from where no traveler is permitted to return

People are trying to kill people. Well, those people need to die.

The thin line between life and death is still under construction.

It would kill the past, and when that was dead, he would be free.

What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.

Beastly of him to die before you realized he might be fascinating.

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.

The most ruthless of all humans are the ones cornered in by death.

Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time.

Please not yet. Those are the three eternal words. Please not yet.

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.

I should not really object to dying were it not followed by death.