Category: Death
Fuck you! I hope you die!””Everybody Dies,” I said. “So fuck you.
What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.
When the time comes to die, make sure that all you have to do is die!
I am Death. I come quickly, I come slowly, but I am not cheated.
How do you get all those coins?” asked Mort.IN PAIRS.
What happens if a car comes? We die.
I love the name of honor more than I fear death.
Popularity is teenage heroin.
I’m more afraid of marriage than death.
