Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. It makes people think you're dead.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own...

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

It's easier to die than to move ... at least for the Other Side you don't need trunks.

I knew from the first glimpse that he was dead. But I ran to him. There was no way in which to describe his feelings, because he hadn't had any. The world had simply ceased in that moment, and with...

Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a...

Futility. Uselessness. Bloody entrophy. Death matters, at least sometimes.

I regarded him gently over my own bowl of stew. He was very large, solid, and beautifully formed. And if he was a bit battered by circumstance, that merely added to his charm.You're a very hard person...

I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said.

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.

In the world of the Machiguenga, sadness could be equated with anger, and anger was a perilous emotion, by which a foreigner could lose his life.

I was no longer troubled when he pulled out a machete in a crowded bar, tried to pick up schoolgirls, or threatened to scalp us, then rip off our heads and scoop out our brains.

The chief problem about death, incidentally, is the fear that there may be no afterlife - a depressing thought, particularly for those who bothered to shave. Also, there is the fear that there is an...

-I'm going to heaven! I replied.-What do you mean, you're going to heaven?-Let me pass.-And what will you do in heaven, my poor child?-I'm going there to kill God, who killed Daddy.

How he died hadn't been funny, Newt thought. It's all right, though, Augustus said. It's mostly bones we're riding over anyway. Why, think of all the buffalo that have died on these plains. Buffalo...

I confess to sudden rages. Walking in Midtown, rush hour's peak, people streaming in both directions, I find myself seething, ready to kill. Who are all these fucking people, and how is it fair, how...

If I bring him home though, I swear he'll spend the rest of his life waiting by the door. And he deserves better than that, don't you think?'Yes, I think, my heart breaking

It's really difficult to talk about dead people, but it's even harder to talk about dead young women. It's because from the time they die, they'll be young forever. On the other hand, for us, the...

My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved,...

But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now-that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts,...

People don't have dominion over Nature. it's gone beyond that. Human beings and the world are now the same thing. The future and whatever happens to you after you die - it's all melted together. Death...

At the end of true love is death and only a love that ends in death is love

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is...

I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will

Doing this was likewading and then throwing yourself into the lake for the first icy swim, in June. A sickening shock at first, then amazement thatyou were still moving, lifted up on a stream of...

When along the pavement,Palpitating flames of life,People flicker around me,I forget my bereavement

A man without trust might as well be dead.

Does it make you brave to stick your hand in a bear's mouth? Would you do it again just because you didn't die?

I always say, if you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin to the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips.

There is some delight in ale and wineAnd some in girls with ankles fineBut my delight, yes always mineIs to dance with Jak O' the ShadowsWe will toss the dice however they fallAnd snuggle the girls be...