The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

-Is he dead?
-Gosh I hope so, because I went to a lot of trouble to dig his grave.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Enlightenment, and the death which comes before it, is the primary business of Varanasi.

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

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

Death is coming—but hopefully not before old age, decrepitude, and senility.


Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

You think it's so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain't.

What will I be doing in twenty years' time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

When all the trees are dead, I’ll be there, drinking freshly squeezed orange juice.

She made the decision that her existence had lost its meaning. And you cannot judge that.