He who is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.

There is no such thing as an ugly language. Today I hear every language as if it were the only one, and when I hear of one that is dying, it overwhelms me as though it were the death of the earth.

The first novel I wrote was a monster - clocking in at 180,000 words - but it died a death, a death it deserved. It was called 'The Gods First Make Mad.' It was a good title, but it was the only good thing about the book. I didn't let that put me off.

I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.

Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death.

But for me, it is when a student has died. I find the death of a young person the most difficult and painful of times. To explain it to other young people, to see a bright future snuffed out, is just awful. I am haunted by those deaths.

Nothing is absolute, with the debatable exceptions of this statement and death.

I'm watching the Weather Channel more than I've ever watched it. I'm scared to death it's going to rain.

Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.

If you have fun, fine. It's not all life and death.