Christopher Hitchens Quotes

I always wondered what hearing one's own obituary might sound like, and I sort of feel like I may have just heard part of it at least.

I recently turned 60. Practically a third of my life is over.

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

I'm forty four; I'm way closer to dead than I am life of the party.

Curious, how each one of us secretly carries his private cemetery around with him and watches it filling up with ever new graves. The last one to be our own.

It is notorious that the desire to live increases as life itself shortens.

We don't have that much time left to do it. I'm 80. I wanted to be Walter Huston to his John Huston. I wanted him to direct me, not in The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, but something. We'll see. We can't predict anything.

A whole world is taken to the grave with the dead person; each one of us is unique and unrepeatable.

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.

I will die Before My Time. Because I feel the shadow's Depth. So much I wanted to accomplish. before I reached my Death

How can I tell them that I love them if I'm no longer there?

The epitaphs on tombstones of a great many people should read: Died at thirty, and buried at sixty.

I've done too many stupid things for there not to be movies made about me when I'm dead, so I might as well write the script.

You have to make a decision, what you want to do in life, ... Your deal can be, you can leave tomorrow. Soon as you leave, you will be forgotten.

What would your life be like if you found out you had 3 weeks left? And you know that you had not begun to live? And you had all these dreams and all these possibilities. And all these things you wanted to do and things you wanted to say and now time's up?

Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.

My original intention was to spend the money in my lifetime.

But I knew that someday I was going to die. And just before I died two things would happen; Number 1: I would regret my entire life. Number 2: I would want to live my life over again.

The last thing in the world that I would want to know, in my own life, is when I'm going to pass away.

When the Lord calls me home, whenever that may be, I will leave with the greatest love for this county of ours and eternal optimism for its future.

The individual succumbs, but he does not die if he has left something to mankind.

When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to speculate on the time of our dying.

After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.

I think people believe in heaven because they don't like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don't like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish.

Death, death. Now I won't be able to write my beautiful memoirs.