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

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.

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.

"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."

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

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.

The dead to the grave, the living to the loaf.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be...

A man rarely knows the day and hour when he will die. I could be killed any moment and there's not a blasted thing I can do about it.

Half a year - maybe. Something like that. Rita did not look away. Part of her job was to help people look at what was coming. Dying could be lonely. A nurse was often an easier person to talk to than...

Being dead's a drug', he says, 'you'll get hooked on it.

risk winding up pushing up grass in the Tinnicum Swamps out by the airport, if something went wrong.

There is the house whose people sit in darkness; dust is their food and clay is their meat. They are clothed like birds with wings for covering, they see no light, they sit in darkness. I entered the...

At some time during the process, {of writing} I came up with a therapeutic device. After each draft I would tear up the pages and feed the paper to a worm compost I keep in my garage. A few months...

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

Do not speak to me of martyrdom, of men who die to be remembered on some parish day. I don't believe in dying though, I too shall die. And violets like castanets will echo me.

It was not how one lived, but how one chose to die.

He brooded on how close destruction always was to all creatures, animals as well as humans, and he realized that there is nothing we can predict or know for certain in this world except death.

Perhaps the whole life is merely a long preparation for the moment when we part with it.

That's the good part about dying; when you've got nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.

And in some of the houses, people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered. What really...

He knows that there will be days ahead, long, tedious days which have no real beginning or ending, but which run together into night and out of it without changing color, or sound, or meaning. He will...

The air was so damp that fish could have come in through doors and swum out the windows, floating through the atmosphere in the rooms. One morning Ursula woke up feeling that she was reaching her end...