I was not encouraged to follow the career of a writer because my parents thought that I was going to starve to death. They thought nobody can make a living from being a writer in Brazil. They were not wrong.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death the body maintains its irreparable lead.

It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather our concern must be to live while we're alive - to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.

I postpone death by living by suffering by error by risking by giving by losing.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead and a very rare species.

The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.

The words of a dead man are modified in the guts of the living.

The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.

Dying is easy it's living that scares me to death.