I had a vague memory of being that ridiculous at one time. Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.
I'm dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane.
Mom, you know what? I just realized you have a knack for making people disappear. [Lella's son catches on!]
When scientifically investigating the natural world, the only thing worse than a blind believer is a seeing denier.
What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.
Ah, God, it's barbaric, however you look at it,' he told Ruth. 'What, cremation?' she asked. 'Death.
I'd never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain poignancy, a necessary tension.
The fall of man did not introduce evil; it placed us on the wrong side of it, under its rule, needing rescue.
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.
Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water.
There are men everywhere who talk and talk, saying nothing. I am afraid I am becoming one of that kind.
Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.
Innate in nearly every artistic nature is a wanton, treacherous penchant for accepting injustice when it creates beauty and showing sympathy for and paying homage to aristocratic privilege.
Somewhere deep inside, his humanity had been shaken by something so unnatural, so foreign in its essence, his very being withdrew from it...
There shall be no more death, Because we have already seen all that, Its old and we are tired of it, And now we need something new, And this new thing is Eternal Life
Let us see rather that like Janus—or better, like Yama, the Brahmin god of death—religion has two faces, one very friendly, one very gloomy...
Death is universal. The rituals associated with it, however, vary substantially—and are greatly influenced by their religious and cultural context.
To make a current example, the world can find human interest in the death and the love affairs and the pallid addiction to cocaine of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
The only thing that I am completely certain of after this experience is that I am no longer afraid of death.
How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.
Just as trees bear their fruit before winter, just as bamboo grass produces its seeds just before it withers, sex is simply a struggle with death on the human level.
