I wiped my hands on my apron and went to the window. Outside, the prairie reached out and touched the places where the sky came down. Though the winter was nearly over, there were patches of snow and...

Taking a life, is not worth getting life in prison.

In the presence of death reason and philosophy are silent

Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear it very often.

I didn't have enough other people in my life to cover the loss of this many people at once. I didn't have spare aunties or cousins or grandparents. I didn't have backup. I didn't have insurance to...

I do not know, nor do I care to remember The time in which I knew distinctly that you were gone You fade in and out of memory Upon which I can not feign to touch Or feel How cruel to leave me With...

Because in the end, we die. It's like Chekhov observed in so many of his plays: 'in two hundred years, no one will even know we were here.'

Never trust a man who teaches about death but yet had no real experience at all about it.

Death is a state of mind - many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

Clown: Good Madonna, why mournest thou?...

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel

Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let's choose executors and talk of wills

That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest...

Like weddings, funerals are about unity. Funerals are the unity of a person with the sweet hereafter, assuming that one believes in such a thing.

There was a heaven beyond anything he knew where there was no jet fuel, no jumping, no burning towers... but he wasn't looking beyond yet. He was still looking back.

Your imaginary friend isn't the problem, Amanda. The problem is that you don't seem to have any real friends.

Study history, Alleluia. In this century history stopped paying attention to the old psychological orientation of reality. I mean, these days, character isn't destiny any more. Economics is destiny....

Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that.

It would be especially comforting to believe that I have the answer to the question, What happens when we die? Does the light just go out and that's that-the million-year nap? Or will some part of my...

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.

You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.

A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves

Every day is a lie, he said. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said.I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between...

But where corpses were buried secretly, there the grass grows thick; such signs {and there are ever so many others!} may be read by those to whom truth is more important than beauty.

Somewhere Dōgen wrote about the number of moments in the snap of a finger. I don't remember the exact figure, only that it was large and seemed quite arbitrary and absurd, but I imagine that when I...