Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

If flowers were boogers, I'd pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave.

You are immortal till the very moment you die. Discover it, and stand untouchable.

Music links us humans, heart to heart...Across time and space, and life and death.

Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it's inconvenient for you.

Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.

Aside from those few times I’ve killed a man, I’m not a violent person.

What's it like?""Death? It's like being on holiday with a group of Germans.

Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan.

We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.

All that tread,The globe are but a handful to the tribes,That slumber in its bosom.

Thank God,my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday!

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn't want to look at that.

I doubt love can do little else, if it cannot bring back people back from the dead.