David Gerrold Quotes

Dying is not a sin. Not living is.

We all die at the end, but does that nullify everything? Would most people rather say, "I wish I hadn't been born?" Once you're born you'll have to die, now is that funny or sad?

We're all going to die; I'm just trying to make it a little more interesting.

The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?

I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.

If we ignore our death, we end up just going around completely oblivious to why we do the things we do!

You don't waste your entire life waiting to go back to dust.

Life is short, and therefore, one thing being certain, death, let us take up a great ideal, and give up the whole life to it. For what is the value of life, this vegetating little low life of man? Subordinating it to one high ideal is the only value that life has.

There is need for some kind of make-believe in order to face death unflinchingly. To our real, naked selves there is not a thing on earth or in heaven worth dying for.

Everybody dies. There’s nothing you can do about it. Whether or not you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God. (Although there’s no question a belief in God would come in handy. It would be great to think there’s a plan, and that everything happens for a reason. I don’t happen to believe that. And every time one of my friends says to me, “Everything happens for a reason,” I would like to smack her.)

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

We're all worm bait waiting to happen. It's what you do while you wait that matters.

It is not dying, but living, that is a preparation for Death.

We are all born to die—the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live.

I don't know if I was put on this Earth for a purpose or not. But I'm fairly confident that I'll be taken off of it for one.

There really is only one ending to any story. Human life ends in death. Until then, it keeps going and gets complicated and there's loss. Everything involves loss; every relationship ends in one way or another.

If Death stepped miraculously through the glass and came in after you, in all probability you just got up and went along with him, ferociously but quietly.

I finally did not understand if we are living to survive or we are living to die!

Death is Life's high meed.

The whole motley confusion of acts, omissions, regrets and hopes which is the life of each one of us finds in death, not meaning or explanation, but an end.

Death must be got through as life had been, just somehow.

Some people were born just so they could be buried.

All my life, I struggled to stretch my mind to the breaking point, until it began to creak, in order to create a great thought which might be able to give a new meaning to life, a new meaning to death, and to console mankind.