Ray Bradbury Quotes

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

The only thing that scares me is dying.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound.

Where do you go when you die? The same place you were before you were born; nowhere! It's over!

After death there is nothing.

There is nothing after death, and death itself is nothing.

When you're dead, you're done.

I think about death most of the day, every day. We can't escape death, and choosing to ignore it only makes it more scary.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself.

I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

I don't want to hear about my death.

Death is a false fear. When it is here, you won't be. When it's not, you are here.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

Death is the easiest of all things after it, and the hardest of all things before it.

Not a day has gone by in my life when I haven't thought about death.

I think writing, or any form of art-making, is a way to prepare for not being here. Not that we can. No amount of preparing can really ready us, in a meaningful way, for the great void that awaits us all.

I don't believe dying's a sad thing.

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.