I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.
I intend to live forever. So far, so good.
Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.
Die, v.: To stop sinning suddenly.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you’ll grow out of it.
I want a priest, a rabbi, and a Protestant clergyman. I want to hedge my bets.
On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.
He thought for a long time of how the closed eyes of dead women could still live—how they could open again, in a quiet lamplit room, long after they had looked their last. They had looks that survived—had them as great poets had quoted lines.
Death is just another stage of life, although the one you kind of hope comes last.