Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.
True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.
Once you accept your own death, all of a sudden you’re free to live. You no longer care about your reputation. You no longer care except so far as your life can be used tactically to promote a cause you believe in.
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.