Andrew Wood's death changed things for a few weeks. I probably got even heavier into drugs after that.

Only in death will I relinquish my belts.

Benjamin Franklin said there were only two things certain in life: death and taxes. But I'd like to add a third certainty: trash. And while some in this room might want to discuss reducing taxes, I want to talk about reducing trash.

When you break up, your whole identity is shattered. It's like death.

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness.

There is something about poverty that smells like death.

As long as you don't make waves, ripples, life seems easy. But that's condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.

If Shaw and Einstein couldn't beat death, what chance have I got? Practically none.