The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.

The more you live in the present moment, the more the fear of death disappears.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Of course I get hurt.

When it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion.

The desire of excessive power caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge caused men to fall.

However happy people say they are, nobody is satisfied: we always have to be with the prettiest woman, buy a bigger house, change cars, desire what we do not have.

When I die, and people realize that I will not be resurrected in three days, they will forget me. That is the way it should be.

He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

I am Warhol. I am the No. 1 most impactful artist of our generation. I am Shakespeare in the flesh.

I need more sex, OK? Before I die I wanna taste everyone in the world.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

I don’t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.

Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.

Hell is full of musical amateurs.

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

We are so very ‚umble.

Even those who write against fame wish for the fame of having written well, and those who read their works desire the fame of having read them.

When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic.

Death means change our clothes. Clothes become old, then time to come change. So this body become old, and then time come, take young body.

A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.

It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

When you are discontent, you always want more, more, more. Your desire can never be satisfied. But when you practice contentment, you can say to yourself, ‚Oh yes – I already have everything that I really need.‘

I’ve always wanted a baby.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

I don’t care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members.

In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.

All that seems indispensible in stating the account between the dead and the living, is to see that the debts against the latter do not exceed the advances made by the former.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

Ambition is the immoderate desire for power.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

Peoples do not defy repression and death, nor do they remain for nights on end protesting energetically, just because of merely formal matters.

I believe everyone should have a good death. You know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. Because after all, tears are appropriate on a death bed. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

The bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.

No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death’s the other.

In designing the scenery and costumes for any of Shakespeare’s plays, the first thing the artist has to settle is the best date for the drama. This should be determined by the general spirit of the play more than by any actual historical references which may occur in it.

It is not only the living who are killed in war.

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

If music be the food of love, play on.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

What pity is it That we can die, but once to serve our country.

Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.

They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.

The quietly pacifist peaceful always die to make room for men who shout.