Kathy Acker Quotes

But how do we even get to the land of the dead?” I asked. “I mean…without dying.

From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change.

Never leave a friend behind. Friends are all we have to get us through this life--and they are the only things from this world that we could hope to see in the next.

What did that mean? Where could it go? He was a death diety. I was a high school senior.

Death doesn't just make all the world kin, it makes all religions one

When he died he would not end. The world would end.

The end of the world begins the moment you die.

Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?

death - a passage outside the range of imagination, but within the range of experience.

We are too quick to live this life and forget that there is another world to come...this is not the end.

Death has such great importance in this society that it affects everything. I learned from my guru that death is not the enemy, I see it as another moment. Yet it's the end of an incarnation and means going on to other incarnations.

All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.

The other side of the "sacred" is the sight of your beloved in the underworld, dripping with maggots.

While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!

A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.

How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change.

This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.

Trust me, the being-dead part is much easier than the dying part. If you can watch much television, then being dead will be a cinch. Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.

The Body of B. Franklin, Printer Like the Cover of an old Book Its Contents turn out And Stript of its Lettering & Guilding Lies here. Food for Worms For, it will as he believed appear once more In a new and more elegant Edition corrected and improved By the Author.

Death to a good man is his release from the imprisonment of this world, and his departure to the enjoyments of another world.