Henry Rollins Quotes

When I did 'Bumble-ardy,' I was so intensely aware of death. Eugene, my friend and partner, was dying here in the house when I did 'Bumble-ardy'. I did 'Bumble-ardy' to save myself. I did not want to die with him. I wanted to live, as any human being does.

In 1965, I went to what was called the worst Bihar famine in India, and I saw starvation, death, people dying of hunger, for the first time. It changed my life. I came back home, told my mother, 'I'd like to live and work in a village.' Mother went into a coma.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.

Whole families used to starve in their cabins without their plight being discovered until the stench of their decaying corpses attracted notice.

I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

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.

The best of all things is something entirely outside your grasp: not to be born, not to be, to be nothing. But the second-best thing for you - is to die soon.

Death then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die.

There are so many ways to be alive, but only one way to be dead.

it's just another way to die

Everyone has good cause for suicide, or at least it seems that way to those who search for it. (74)

Death itself is too big to take in, she already sees that; the loss comes at you instead in an infinite number of small installments that can never be paid off.

When my stepfather died, I just kind of fell apart. I felt pretty vulnerable, like there literally could be no tomorrow.

I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die

Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Life is like a concentration camp... you can't leave without dying.

Any man who has seen the face of death knows better than to seek him out a second time.

... I started to die 36 hours before I was born, so dying was a way of life for me.

I review all I know, but can synthesize no meaning. When I doze, the Fact, the certain accomplished calamity, wakes me roughly like a brutal nurse. I see it crouching inflexibly in a corner of the ceiling. It comes down in geometrical diagonal like lightning.It says, I remain, I AM, I shall never cease to be: your memory will grow a deathly glaze: you will forget, you will fade out, but I cannot be undone.Thus every quarter hour it puts the taste of death in my mouth, and shows me, but not gently, how I go whoring after oblivion.

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.