Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.

Death is part of who we are. It guidesus. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn't lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot.

For the funeral I needed a plus one, so I rented a hooker. And then I rented a movie. Rest in peace Grandpa, or whoever you were.

Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.

Look at your own povertywelcome itcherish itdon't be afraidshare your deathbecause thus you will share your love and your life

the meeting between ignorance and knowledge, between brutality and culture - it begins in the dignity with which we treat the dead

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

Death doesn't really worry me that much, I'm not frightened about it... I just don't want to be there when it happens.

Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention?

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

The taste one gets of death in dreams I find more penetrating and atmospheric than the ordinary fear one might suffer while awake.