We all gonna die, we bleed from similar veins.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

You live you die and death not ends it.

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it.

I don't expect to make old bones, and what's more I don't really care.

Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb.