Rudyard Kipling Quotes

I backed up all my pictures on my iCloud so you can’t see me when I die / I left my body somewhere down in Mexico / Give ‘Find My iPhone’ app a try.

I have spent most of my adult life proving that I existed. A blog is an accessible way of doing this - there is a date and place in cyberspace that I existed a year ago, to the day, and the proof is still there.

Death is always around the corner, but often our society gives it inordinate help.

Googling me, you talk about being depressed. First of all there's 18 websites that predict my early death.

I wanted to be bored to death, as good a way to go as any.

With our blogs and tweets, digital cameras, and unlimited-gigabyte e-mail archives, participation in the online culture now means creating a trail of always present, ever searchable, unforgetting external memories that only grows as one ages.

We're all creating an archive of our own lives, whether we're aware of it or not.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

I hate all the old pictures of me before 2010 - and they are always the first ones to come up. That's why I don't Google myself, man.

I'm a person who always wanted to turn my life into an archive. Social media made my dream come true.

How can I die? I'm booked.

I’m ready to die. I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.

MySpace is the site I wanted to be on.

I feel like Dr. Death.

Good-bye Dr. Steve,' I said, then climbed the stairs and went to the fifth floor to die.

I've developed some deep relationships over the past couple of years blogging and I realize that those relationships manifest themselves in the links I find when I do my x a daily ego search over at Technorati.

I told my doctor I wonna stop aging, he gave me a gun!

Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears, That show no end but death, and have the power, Of many ways to die the shortest choosing, Destruction with destruction to destroy.

Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.

I often think of death. True. Suicide is a reasonable option. True. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I leave it blank.

There's so many celebrities now on the Internet and I feel that I was such a pioneer. Now everybody, your dog can have a website.

She sleeps alone at last.

The strange thing with Wikipedia is that the first article that ever gets written about you will define your Wikipedia page forever.

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

I hate to break this to you: One of these days I'm going to die. I expect that when I croak I'll no longer be using Twitter, unless I can do it from the grave.