#eat

Well, this is the hardest part to believe; look, you can suspend me if you want to, but it's the God's honest truth. This man Tompkins came all the way down to where I was bending over the body at the foot of the stairs. I straightened up and covered him with my gun. It didn't faze him in the least, he kept moving right on past me toward the street-door. Not quickly, either; as slowly as if he was just going out for a walk. He said, 'It isn't my time yet. You can't do anything to me with that.' ("Speak To Me Of Death") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#fate #death

He said there is a place in Gaul, the oldest church in their part of the world, where some of the Latin monks have outwitted death by secret means. He offered to sell me their secrets, which he has inscribed in a book." The abbot shudders. "God preserve us from such heresies," he says hastily. "I am certain, my son, that you refused this temptation." Dracula smiles. "You know I am fond of books. ↗

— Elizabeth Kostova

#death

... a knowledge of how to live was a knowledge of how to die. ↗

— Richard Wright

#life #death

The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face! ↗

— George Sterling

#time #transiency #death

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death. ↗

— George Steiner

#poetry #death

Curiosity is a good thing, like onion soup. But too much onion soup makes your breath smell terrible. And too much curiosity can make your whole body smell terrible, if it causes you to be dead. ↗

— Michael Reisman

#death #soup #death

It's brutal out there. A bear will eat a lactating ewe alive, starting with her udders. as a rule, animals in the wild don't get good deaths surrounded by their loved ones. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#food #death

One mile farther and I come to a second grave beside the road, nameless like the other, marked only with the dull blue-black stones of the badlands. I do not pause this time. The more often you stop the more difficult it is to continue. Stop too long and they cover you with rocks. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#desert #death

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#life #death

An uncomfortable marriage can not bear the strain of the death of a beloved donkey. ↗

— Merrie Haskell

#humor #death