Mark Roth Quotes

As the inventor of the Immortality Device, I basically just tell people what I honestly think.

Occasionally, human beings are briefly de-animated, and the stories of people who are briefly de-animated that interest me the most are those having to do with the cold.

If they could cut off my head and put it onto another body that was, like, 20 years old, I would do that.

I want to be frozen on the hope that they'll find whatever I died of and bring me back.

I wish it were possible, from this instance, to invent a method of embalming drowned persons in such a manner that they may be recalled to life at any period, however distant; for having a very ardent desire to see and observe the state of America a hundred years hence, I should prefer to any ordinary death the being immersed in a cask of Madeira wine with a few friends till that time, to be then recalled to life by the solar warmth of my dear country!

Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.

It is wise to seek immortality for time defeats all other ambitions.

Jean Grey, the Phoenix... she finds a way to reincarnate herself constantly, so one never knows.

Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.

I am so fascinated with this century it will help keep me alive. I'll be there until the last minute, fighting.

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

I said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead. Well, I'm one of them. don't worry - I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once (I don't recommend it).

Human life is limited but I would like to live forever.

The only secret people keep is immortality.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

It is not more surprising to be born twice than once; everything in nature is resurrection.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

I'd support life extension by whatever means, from cryonic suspension to cyborgism to coding ourselves into our computers or whatever. There is nothing noble or beautiful or dignified about dying. Like poverty, it is ugly, nasty, brutal and primitive.

Come on, you Do you want to live forever?

I'm going to live forever, or die trying !

The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen. From dead and dry things there was growth, and new life everywhere. And the endlessly long winter had at last turned to spring. From life to death and back again to life. It was indeed the greatest magic in the world.

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.

And even our present acres of death will someday bloom again.