Christopher Hitchens Quotes

Death ready stands to interpose his dart.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

A man dies not for the many wounds that pierce his breast, unless it be that life's end keep pace with death, nor by sitting on his hearth at home doth he the more escape his appointed doom.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

Death is like an arrow that is already in flight, and your life lasts only until it reaches you.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one.

In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.

To die is but to leave off dying and do the thing once for all.

Sadly, I can't avoid being 75. Like many people of my age, we are all heading towards the grim reaper, and I am clinging on. I just to have to sharpen my fingernails a little so that I can hang on for longer!

Destructive Death seizes young and old alike.

One never knows when the angels are coming to get you, but everybody has to go.

It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

But as in wailing there's nought availing, And Death unfailing will strike the blow, Then for that reason, and for a season, Let us be merry before we go.

It is one thing to be in the proximity of death, to know more or less what she is, and it is quite another thing to seek her.

The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.

This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man

And death climbs up the steps one by one.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.