Chris Crutcher Quotes

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

Life and death. At some point we're gonna leave this world. Do I know when? Absolutely not.

I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.

How can we live and die and never know the difference?

Not to be born is, past all prizing, best.

Our time on Earth is so random.

Life and death have been lacking in my life.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

Death and the dice level all distinctions.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

The two grand tyrants of the Earth, Time and Chance.

Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.

I started thinking about how life is a lot like getting pushed out of a plane. You didn't ask to be here, none of us did. But we're all careening through space towards an eventual end that no one's gonna be able to put off. That's the only thing that's definite, this impact. So I started to think about how a lot of us fall at an incredible velocity, and it's over in the blink of an eye.

I feel myself driven towards an end that I do not know. As soon as I shall have reached it, as soon as I shall become unnecessary, an atom will suffice to shatter me. Till then, not all the forces of mankind can do anything against me.

Is death such a high price to pay, when you will die anyway?

Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?

I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

Fortune raises up and fortune brings low both the man who fares well and the one who fares badly; and there is no prophet of the future for mortal men.

The Rebel bullet that can kill me has not yet been molded.

Time is the king of all men, he is their parent and their grave, and gives them what he will and not what they crave.

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!

I think about death most of the day, every day. We can't escape death, and choosing to ignore it only makes it more scary.