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Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
Everything that gets born dies.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age he dies of being a man.
Dying is easy, it’s living that scares me to death.
I decided to devote my life to telling the story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the dead. and anyone who does not remember betrays them again.
I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
Man always dies before he is fully born.