Jasper Fforde Quotes

Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.

I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.

I am scared of death.

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

Death is perfectly safe. (55)

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then never again, was so impossible to fathom that of course we kept trying to figure it out, even when we were unconscious.

Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

What is dying? Just what it is to put off a garment. For the body is about the soul as a garment; and after laying this aside for a short time by means of death, we shall resume it again with more splendor.

Even death has a heart.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

But really death seems the least awful thing that can happen to someone

As a kid, death seemed boring to me. As an adult, I think that it seems more like a waste of everything. Somebody once said every time a professor dies, a library burns.

I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin. For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then: "Hi, Dead. I'm Dan.

Death is my neighbor now.

tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

So," he asked. "How's death?" "Hard," she said. "It just keeps going.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.

Death is a fearful thing.