#eat

Adrenaline rampaged through his body like a powerful surge of electricity, shorting his motherboard, wiping his organic hard-drive clean, leaving behind a single line of undeletable code; code that was hardwired into our basest, most primordial core, code that dictated every breath, every step, and had remained unchanged since the conception of time itself… Survive, no matter the cost. Kill or be killed. And here, on that primitive plain, there was no fear, no doubt, no guilt, no shame. All that was left was him, and them. A battle to the death—modern day gladiators, trading steel, blow for blow in a coliseum of ice at the top of the world. ↗

— Sean J. Quirk

#adventure #romance #sci-fi #death

His vital signs were taken, an electrocardiogram... which revealed occasional ventricular premature contractions. An intern took his history... and then he was promptly... simply... forgotten to death. ↗

— Paddy Chayefsky

#black-humor #death

Me, I'm living under a sword too, as Jack may have told you. An old wino's disease, which could lay me in the grave most anytime. Not that I mind too much; I've done everything I ever wanted to do. But ... as you know, one would like to continue doing the good things over and over again, so long as there's pleasure in it. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#mortality #death

They were like two poor little leaves in a storm which bore death and annihilation not only to the heads of individuals, but to whole towns and entire tribes. What hand could snatch it and save two small, defenseless children? ↗

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

#doubt #suspence #death

He reminded me of one of those adventure seekers on TV. He hadn’t shaved in a few days at least, and his reddish hair was suffering from intense bed head. His Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts completed the look. I was inclined to ask him if he knew we were all marked for death or if he just thought he was taking a long cruise. ↗

— Jessica Fortunato

#death #death

We all nurture impulses which promise freedom from the demands of others, even if that freedom means death. ↗

— Sam Tanenhaus

#demand #impulse #death

Myrddin', I said gently, 'what is she to you?' His head whipped round and he glared at me. His mouth was a grimace of revulsion, and his eyes were hard, bright points of pain. 'She is my death ↗

— Stephen R. Lawhead

#death

Whenever I start thinking about death, it always cheers me up to think about my funeral and my tombstone (which, by the way, will say "Here lies Harlan Sturr. Please don't pee on him.") ↗

— Adam Selzer

#death

Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#death #god #life #mortality #death

Detroit is largely composed, today, of seemingly endless square miles of low-density failure. ↗

— Jane Jacobs

#death