Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
I've always been fascinated with death and darkness, and I still am.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one.
So," he asked. "How's death?" "Hard," she said. "It just keeps going.
They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.
I don't know what happens to you after you die. I'm not banking on there being, like, a heaven.
What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.
Death is only a larger kind of going abroad.
"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"
Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.
I'm very curious to know what it's like, death - I always say to my wife, 'I wonder if we'll have the 'New York Times' when we're dead.'
I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.
Where do you go when you die? Ha ha. Go on, go on and tell her, Billy." Billy smiles. "You become a little voice in someone's ear telling them that things will be alright.
tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.
