The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

If you take two steps toward God,God runs toward you

Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether comtemplating it when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious

I know what you want. You want a story that won't suprise you. That will confirm what you already know. That won't make you see higher or further or differentl…

They darted down and rose up like a wave Or buzzed impetuously as before; One would have thought the corpse was held a slave To living by the life it bore!

I am. I was. I am not. I never am.

We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.