One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

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

No one here gets out alive.

I cannot believe in the immortality of the soul. No, all this talk of an existence for us, as individuals, beyond the grave is wrong. It is born of our tenacity of life - our desire to go on living - our dread of coming to an end.

I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.

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