I say the same thing about the death of James Wait. "Oh, well -- he wasn't going to write the Beethoven's Ninth Symphony anyway.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?

It’s when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I’d assassinated, that I unravel inside.

Where music thundered let the mind be still,Where the will triumphed let there be no will,What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

Mais, dans la mort d’un homme, un monde inconnu meurt, et je me demandais quelles étaient les images qui sombraient en lui.

I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death.

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls- The Consumptive. Belsen 1945

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

The ultimate weapon is Lady Gaga’s music. Why kill the enemy when you can play her music and they’ll want to kill themselves?

Of course what I'm about to share isn't true for me but...Friends, somebody said, are "god's apology for relations." (p. 129)

[Children] just cannot be sad too long, it is not in them, as children mourn in little bits here and there like patchwork in their lives.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.