Before me now there is only one real fact -- Death. The truth I have been seeking -- this truth is Death. Yet Death is also a seeker. Forever seeking me. So -- we have met at last. And I am prepared. I am at peace. Because I will conquer death with death.
The eunuch had looked death in the face, so near he might have kissed her on the lips.
Combat isn't where you might die -- though that does happen -- it's where you find out whether you get to keep on living. Don't underestimate the power of that revelation. Don't underestimate the things young men will wager in order to play that game one more time.
I used to think of deathlike I suppose soldiers think of it: it was a possible thing that I could well avoid by my skill.
We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.
I know that whenever I think about death, I come up against a stone wall.
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine.
For many people, illness - loss of health - represents the crisis situation that triggers an awakening. With serious illness comes awareness of your own mortality, the greatest loss of all.
