If Mr. Selwyn calls again, show him up; if I am alive I shall be delighted to see him; and if I am dead he would like to see me.

Just making 'Black Rainbow' was like my minimum requirement before death, so that I could die with some honour and not in total shame.

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

But I am not going to live forever. And the more I know it, the more amazed I am by being here at all.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

When I first came into parliament, there was, on average, a by-election every three months - due not to MPs bailing out, but because of the death rate.

Perhaps nature is our best assurance of immortality.

A cup to the dead already - Hurrah for the next that dies.

The end is never worth the beginning.

She'll be waiting for me. Never before had he wanted immortality so badly.

There's nothing like love or incumbent death to make you realize how many things you still want to do.

His ghost comes back to be remembered. If he can't be in this life, he procures a way to stay in orbit, and in that way, is never forgotten.

"Evan Lucien, if it is my last act upon this Earth," he says, his eyes intense and shadowed in the lantern light, "I will make you come."

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out - more like, they figure themselves out - and everything gets real clear.

How many have died that I might live? And who has died that I might live?

... And although thus short, we shorten many ways, Living so little while we are alive; In eating, drinking, sleeping, vain delight So unawares comes on perpetual night, And puts all pleasures vain...

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. White...

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they're colder than ever. And that's where you'd be disappointed, Lou. There is no good to be found in Death.

The prospect of an early death sits differently upon each person. In some it gifts maturity far outweighing their age and experience: calm acceptance blossoms into a beautiful nature and soft...

It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years? {asked Mr Ramsay...

I didn't know who to believe but one thing I do know: when a man is living many claim relationships that are hardly so and after he dies, well, then it's everybody's party.

I thought of the new stone, of my new wife, and of the newly buried white bones beneath us, and I felt that fate had made sport of us all.

It was cold, dark & lonely in the great cathedral - like chambers, with only coffins and corpses for company.

Oh love let me embrace your path, to be remembered in kindness so I may remain immortal

Everyone living is doomed

If you have ever felt slightly nauseous walking through an aged care facility, puckered your face against a smell, observed a grown woman clutching a dolly with desperation, felt a flood of melancholy...

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.'

All things die, she told him. Such a truism, it was the trite utterance of any street-corner philosopher, but coming from Inaspe Raimm it sounded different. 'All things reach the end of their journey,...

The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.