There ain't nothin' to dyin', really. You just get tired. You kind of drift away.
I am glad my life is coming to an end. To think that it might last another five hundred years, now that would be terrible, in my case.
Well, it's practically over, thank God - I'm 83, there won't be that much more of it to put up with I don't think!
Immortality no longer interests the weary old man at all.
I look at life like a big book and sometimes you get half way through it and go 'Even though I've been enjoying it, I've had enough. Give us another book.'
I have done my fiddling so long under Vesuvius that I have almost forgotten to play, and can only wait for the eruption and think it long of coming. Literally no man has more wholly outlived life than I. And still it's good fun.
I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.
An ancient proverb summed it up when a wizard is tired of looking for broken glass in his dinner, it ran, he is tired of life.
By the time I'm old, I'm sure I'll have lived a full enough life. I think we're mortal for a reason. Life gets tiring, man!
