One of the first signs of the beginnings of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one will only in time come to hate.
There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what's dead. It won't complain.
Death is not the end of life, but a stage thereof.
If I were dying, my last words would be: have faith and pursue the unknown end.
Death makes me mad. Human and animal suffering make me mad; whenever one of my cats dies I curse God and I mean it; I feel fury at him. I'd like to get him here where I could interrogate him, tell him that I think the world is screwed up, that man didn't sin and fall but was pushed, which is bad enough, but was then sold the lie that he is basically sinful, which I know he is not.
Lord knows why they depict death with wings when death is everywhere.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
He is dead, and my hatred has died with him.
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
- Jupiter: I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers?
- Aegisteus: Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.