That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence
Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.
One should be ever booted and spurred and ready to depart.
It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.
Life is stressful,dear. That's why they say "rest in peace.
We must conquer life by living it to the full, and then we can go to meet death with a certain prestige.
I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.
Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.
You can lose a man like that by your own death, but not by his.