Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn't get worse every time Congress meets.

Death is a fearful thing.