Dying men think of funny things-and that's what we all are here, aren't we? Dying men.

As for monkeys, I would have five, and they would be named: See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil, Do Pretty Much Whatever The Hell You Want, and Expensive Attorney.

Confident. Cocky. Lazy. Dead.

Remember that each light between sunrise and sunset is worth dying for at least once.

Ah? A small aversion to menial labor?" The doctor cocked an eyebrow. "Understandable, but misplaced. One should treasure those hum-drum tasks that keep the body occupied but leave the mind and heart unfettered.

We are none of us promised anything but the last breath we take.

He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you'd never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you'd never really had