You know I've never actually really believed that death is inevitable. I just think it's a rumor.

When I was younger I wasn't concentrating on good days. I was managing a career and trying to have a good year. It would always 'lead' to something which never leads to anything except death where everything leads to. And then as I got older and then I had my kids and everything I began to appreciate a great Wednesday.

There are people who never experience that who remain closed until death from fear of change.

Bulls can do nothing to demand justice. They can only defend themselves as best they can in a fight with a pre-determined ending and die never knowing why they were forced to endure such a painful and prolonged death. It's up to us as a civilized society to call for an end to the Running of the Bulls and bullfighting.

I was never afraid of failure after that because I think coming that close to death you get kissed. With the years the actual experience of course fades but the flavor of it doesn't. I just had a real sense of what choice do I have but to live fully?

Fear of death has never played a large part in my consciousness - perhaps unimaginative of me.

If we can't face death we'll never overcome it. You have to look it straight in the eye. Then you can turn around and walk back out into the light.

Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rhyme to a high wire of his own making.

Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff.

The earth is rocky and full of roots it's clay and it seems doomed and polluted but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs throw in a handful of poppy seeds and cover it all over and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel and your hands are nicked from the rocks your nails black with soil.