Death Quotes

I just don’t want to die without a few scars

Thursday, November 17th, 2011
1955 Ford Thunderbird

The first rule about fight club is you don’t talk about fight club.

I tell Walter I fell.

I did this to myself.

Before the presentation, when I sat across from my boss…

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An epitaph a day is like an apple a day… The apple part is rhymed poetry, the dying part is blank verse.

Thursday, March 3rd, 2011

“Every morning when you get up, write an epitaph!” I watched them scribble something. “That’s good, I encouraged them, “start right away!,” though I knew that what they were scribbling were not epitaphs, but “every morning when you get up write an epi… epipi… epi…”

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When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Even when they were brought over to this world through Izzy’s art, they lived in secret, in their own hidden world. Izzy could find them – or they found her. I could see them, because I knew where to look. I suppose other people…

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I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Friday, June 11th, 2010
Santa Fe sunset

After arriving home, Father Latour went at once to bed. During the night he slept badly and felt feverish. He called none of his household, but arose at the usual hour before dawn and went into the chapel for his devotions. While he…

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If you’re not ready to die, then how can you live?

Wednesday, May 12th, 2010

The mountains were gone. In their place stood four immense carved figures. An enormous hand came down from the sky and plucked the figures off of the earth, one by one, storing them in a wooden dish. The figure that the…

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Life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one

Friday, December 25th, 2009
Klamath river confluence

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day…

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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone

Thursday, December 17th, 2009
sidewalk stencil

“She never knew how I loved her.” “He never knew what he was to me.” “I always meant to make more of our friendship.” “I did not know what he was to me till he was gone.” Such words are the poisoned arrows which cruel Death shoots backward…

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life’s not a paragraph and death i think is no parenthesis

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009
flower in front of tombstone

–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms…

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

Getting out the door that early was surreal, until the day I noticed a long, faded line of once-bold graffiti, spray painted on a plywood wall between the sidewalk and a construction zone: “I leaned back and listened to the brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am, I am,” with “I am” repeated down to…

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I am the grass; I cover all.

Sunday, June 7th, 2009
grassy hillside

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo,
Shovel them under and let me work–
I am the grass; I cover all.

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If I were to die today, it would be wrong to say I lost my life, for I have lived one.

Monday, May 25th, 2009

Now I know. I am as young as I will ever be. I am never going to be any younger than I am this minute. This second. Oops. There goes another second. And there’s no way to stop that. I can go on whining. Or I can enjoy the…

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The world stands out on either side, no wider than the heart is wide

Sunday, February 22nd, 2009
light through clouds

The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand…

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