But every single damn thing matters! Only we don't realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don't realize that's a lie.

The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.

Most people come to fear not death itself, but the many terrible ways of dying.

Death is a false fear. When it is here, you won't be. When it's not, you are here.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment, independence now and independence forever.