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.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.

You live you die and death not ends it.

No one here gets out alive.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.