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

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.

Our life is made by the death of others.

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.

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

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.