He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.
When he time comes to leave, just walk away quietly and don't make any fuss.
I made the remark that I don't avoid people in order to live quietly, but rather in order to be able to die quietly.
The sensation of dying is sweet, sensuous, placid.
She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.
If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.
If I’m at a party where I’m not enjoying myself, I will put some cookies in my jacket pocket and leave without saying good-bye.
To avoid congestion, I get up at 5:10, grab a slice of raisin toast, and leave the house at 6 A.M. My husband, Tim Dunn, who works for an environmental agency, is still asleep when I slip out, and I find that rather annoying.
He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.
So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days, And steal thyself from life by slow decays.
