In the Olympian courts Love laughed at Death, because he was unsightly, and because She couldn’t help it, and because he never did anything worth doing, and because She would.
— Lord Dunsany- Death and Odysseus
If you have some good argument as to why Trayvon Martin, an unarmed teenager, was shot to death for walking in the neighborhood of an armed man who felt comfortable stalking and confronting him, please make that argument and avoid a completely uncorroborated suggestion that those who disagree with you are not arguing anything ideological and not the fundamental reality of the tragedy.
— David Simon
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
His gaze drifted to the Capitoline hill, as if he could see through it to the vast building of Pompey’s theatre. Was the body still there, lying on the stone seats? They had left no orders for Caesar to be tended in death. For an instant, Brutus felt his eyes sting at the thought of Julius alone and forgotten. They had been friends for a long, long time.
Emperor: The Blood of Gods
And then, while I looked fixedly at my wife who I no longer loved, while within me some doors closed firmly and others threatened to stay open forever, as the world once again showed me it’s absurdity, its chance and coincidence, its small revenges and rewards, I thought about how much secret pain exists all around us: the women who wait, the children who lose their parents, the men in flames.
— Ricardo Menéndez Salmón
Your hands may tremble the first time you murder someone, but the more you kill, the more you feel obliged to keep killing and the more nimbly you swing your sword—and with every death blow the balance sheets of the economy only get stronger and stronger.
and because they knew from life only life as it gave
itself, they didn’t ask what is after their fates and their graves.
— Mahmoud Darwish
I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’