Christopher Moore Quotes

I've had a wonderful life. What people are going to write about me 10 years after I'm dead - who cares?

It doesn't worry me how I'm remembered.

Age makes all things greater after their death; a name comes to the tongue easier from the grave.

The only 'afterlife' is what other people remember of you.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

I don't care much whether people remember me or not. If people remember, well and good. If they don't remember, it's alright - I'm dead anyway.

One-hundred years from now, nobody's going to remember that I played for the Tampa Bay Devil Rays - nobody!

We all go to our grave thinking that we will never be forgotten, and we are forgotten ten minutes later.

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't.

To set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

Nobody will go on being remembered for a very long time, unless you're Shakespeare or Milton. I have no hope of being remembered at all.

If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.

Of all the delusions that existed, Posthumous Fame was the greatest.

I know that after my death a pile of rubbish will be heaped on my grave, but the wind of History will sooner or later sweep it away without mercy.

I am not concerned about my posthumous fame. Monuments are no good to the dead.

Oh, you know, your legacy's all you're gonna be remembered by.

How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.

Posthumous fame is a plant of tardy growth, for our body must be the seed of it; or we may liken it to a torch, which nothing but the last spark of life can light up; or we may compare it to the trumpet of the archangel, for it is blown over the dead; but unlike that awful blast, it is of earth, not of heaven, and can neither rouse nor raise us.

My work is known by too few people for me to be remembered as a writer - that is, beyond those dedicated souls (bless them) who have followed the oeuvre through its various stages. To be realistic, when they and the last of my friends have died, I doubt I shall be remembered at all.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.

It's not whether you win or lose, it's how many people remember you when you die.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.