I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable read more

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.

I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.

I meant, said Ipslore bitterly, what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while? Death thought about read more

I meant, said Ipslore bitterly, what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while? Death thought about it, Cats, he said eventually, Cats are Nice.

Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.

Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...