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You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#death #forever #night #death

FIESTA OR DEATH!!! ↗

— Vince Kramer

#fiesta #gigantic-death-worm #mexican-ninjas #death

There is no way I am masturbating with a gringo to something as vile and disgusting as worm-rape! ↗

— Vince Kramer

#gringo #sex #worm-rape #death

I was out of salt so I threw pepper over my left shoulder for luck and the poor guy behind me almost sneezed himself to death. ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#death

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#falling #metaphor #death

Suicide is a hasty unresolved death that slowly kills those close-by day by day. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#regrets #suicide #surviors #death

You have to let go of your past Keira. These scars you hold are only skin deep, they do not connect to your heart or your soul. These scars do not define you, you define them. They do not represent death and destruction like you think, they represent life, the life you chose to want to live... so... make it worth it. ↗

— Stephanie Hudson

#death

Mister Dresden is a diplomatically challenged individual. He should be in a shelter for the tactless. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#death

It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #funerals #humorous #death

And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#memories #death