Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound.
Tom StoppardOn Broadway, only the fire doors separate you from the sidewalk and you're lucky if the sound of a police car doesn't rip the envelope twice a night.
Tom StoppardWhatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you donโt go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into oneโs memory. And yet, I canโt remember it.
Tom StoppardMy life feels, week to week, incomplete to the level of being pointless if I am not in preparation for the next play or, ideally, into it.
Tom Stoppard