Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence; he is just using his memory.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Learning never exhausts the mind.

It seems that it had been destined before that I should occupy myself so thoroughly with the vulture, for it comes to my mind as a very early memory, when I was still in the cradle, a vulture came down to me, he opened my mouth with his tail and struck me a few times with his tail against my lips.

One of my earliest lessons in guilt was imparted in childhood through the story of the death of Mahatma Gandhi's father.

I really just try to focus on my job, which is to be an actor, and outside that, the cards fall where they may, and on not getting caught up in how people react to certain things. That's a death trap creatively.

You cannot hear the name Martin Luther King, Jr., and not think of death. You might hear the words 'I have a dream,' but they will doubtlessly only serve to underscore an image of a simple motel balcony, a large man made small, a pool of blood. For as famous as he may have been in life, it is - and was - death that ultimately defined him.

I'm not afraid of death at all.