Because this is Upper Canada, after all, and 'caning' sounds more English than 'having ass whipped to death with hickory stick.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
permanent living peace is permanent living death.
Many religions have meditations on death to let it penetrate our thick skulls that life doesn’t last forever.
Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?" "Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see.
Death is nothing to us, because a body that has been dispersed into elements experiences no sensations, and the absence of sensation is nothing to us.
Soon, if we are not prudent, millions of people will be watching each other starve to death through expensive television sets
I never liked the influence of others when it came to feelings. I rather went through the painful process of analyzing everything half to death.
I think one who thrives on death may be defeated by life. Elswyth, from A Precarious Journey Into Magic
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armor against Fate. Death lays his icy hand on kings...
It’s your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn’t. Home is death.
I wanted to play with death, like a child with a new toy, I wanted to push all the buttons and see what would happen.
Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness. There is no memory… without emptiness.
There is uncertainty in hope, but even with its tenuous nature, it summons our strength and pulls us through fear and grief— and even death.
Immortality was overrated, as far as he was concerned. Hardy had enough problems as it was; living forever sounded like a death sentence for someone with his practical sensibilities.
I’ll love you with all my heart, in every life, through every death. I will not be bound by anything but my love for you.
I tell you, dear Citizen Camille—it’s not the deaths I can’t stand. It’s the judgements, the judgements in the courtroom.
The pain of hunger beneath everything. At the end of all love-making, the dreamless sleep after the orgasm, which is like death.
There's nothing like love or incumbent death to make you realize how many things you still want to do.
It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.
