What is ironic is that Allen Ginsberg's importance was in its twilight for so many years that it took his death to bring it to the front page. He electrified an entire world!

Death is like an arrow that is already in flight and your life lasts only until it reaches you.

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.

Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

There is no fundamental difference between the preparation for death and the practice of dying and spiritual practice leading to enlightenment.

I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death but an infinite ocean of light and love which flowed over the ocean of darkness.

Being an old maid is like death by drowning a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.

And as long as you're subject to birth and death you'll never attain enlightenment.

The darkness of death is like the evening twilight it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.