He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.

Death is our constant companion, and it is death that gives each person's life its true meaning.

Around, around the sun we go:The moon goes round the earth.We do not die of death:We die of vertigo.

But to mourn, that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person.

We tend to get a little information before we off people. It’s not a play by ear sort of deal.

My father told me once that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.

Strangest problems of life seem clearing; but clouds sweep between--Is my journey’s end coming?

The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.

For Death is the meaning of night;The eternal shadowInto which all lives must fall, All hopes expire.

Ich werde stehen und warten.Ich werde müde werden.Ich werde nicht einschlafen.Ich werde sterben.

I could kill you a thousand times over Abraham, but we would never be even. You took everything I had.