Nothing is more difficult than to understand the dead, I've found; but nothing is more dangerous than to ignore them.

A hero is not measured by the lives that he has saved. A hero is measured by the number of the dead that he did not join.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

War limits the deads. It limits them to the cimetery ... (La guerre limite les morts. - Les limite au cimetière...)

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

What separated the living from one another could be as impenetrable as whatever barrier separated the living from the dead.

I don't want to see no dead body. Willie ain't in there. She put her walkin' shoes on. She gone to see the Lord.

As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.

Who would you rather make love to—me, or the dead carcass of a deer? Don’t deliver a hasty answer. Think it over.

The dead can't hurt you, they're dead. Living things can hurt you, living people can hurt you but the dead can't.

Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.

Crap.It's all crap.Living is crap.Life has no meaning.None. Nowhere to be found.Crap.Why doesn't anybody realize this?

It is everything that makes a man. It is everything that makes this man. And that is who I am alive, and that is who I am dead.

My secret wish is right now to be romancing this dead girl. A dead girl. Any dead girl. I'm not what you'd call choosy.