Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.

I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.