When it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.

Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.

Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn't know a thing about life.

Internet users, that blue screen of death you were looking at this morning? That's the sky. If you're still confused, look it up on Wikipedia tomorrow.

Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions, both good and bad, become transparent, no longer limited by outward appearences.

About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white

Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

Let us eat and drink neither forgetting death unduly nor remembering it. The Lord hath mercy on whom he will have mercy, etc., and the less we think about it the better.

To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know he is dead.

We all owe death a life.

Be careful what you say, life and death truly are in your own words.

I looked Death right in the face.

I'm not frightened about death. I don't know why, but I just feel that at a certain moment your switch is switched off, and that's it. And you can't do anything about it.

There in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had no meaning.

Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

I wouldn't specifically say rock n' roll is dead, but I don't see a lot of charismatic performers in the way of new blood who are edgy and dangerous on stage, like Marilyn Manson, who you never quite know if he's going to make it through his own show.

Death is the ultimate negative.

Death followed by eternity the worst of both worlds. It is a terrible thought.

I used to go to Maple Leafs games all the time when Nic shot To Die For here in Toronto. This is a great city. I love it here.

Everybody dies, Sally. The thing is to die well.

...a million bureaucrats are diligently plotting death and some of them even know it...

As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.

Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light, but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life.