Striving toward a goal puts a more pleasing construction on our advance toward death.
The right time to die is never exactly now.
Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.
Only death rescues us from dying.
Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.
Death is just around the corner. If only it would stay there.
Death is always there, just beneath the surface.
When death comes too near, comedy and tragedy fall silent.