I don't care what happens in 100 years. I won't be around.
Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.
Before my cancer was diagnosed, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn't know when. After the diagnosis, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn't know when. But now I knew it acutely.
You yourself don't have to be shaken by mortal danger in order to feel your mortality.
This is not Johnson's war. This is America's war. If I drop dead tomorrow, this war will still be with you.
Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.
I don't worry about long-term history. I won't be around to read it.
Naturally, there's got to be a limit for I don't expect to live forever, but I do intend to hang on as long as possible.
Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really, I'm just a little more out about it.
Death is something that happens to others, you think, until it happens to you.
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
I do not think I will die, but whether I do or not, the company will pursue the same policies.
Frick survived and continued his policies.
To each person, their own way of death - with dignity.
That fact that Jesus Christ died is more important than that fact that I will die.
I always thought I was going to die before I was 60.
Death comes in its own time, in its own way.Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.
Because each of you has his or her own death, you carry it with you in a secret place from the moment you're born, it belongs to you and you belong to it.
I've spent a lot of words on my own mortality.
Many writers, especially male ones, have told us that it is the decease of the father which opens the prospect of one's own end, and affords an unobstructed view of the undug but awaiting grave that says 'you're next.' Unfilial as this may seem, that was not at all so in my own case. It was only when I watched Alexander [my own son] being born that I knew at once that my own funeral director had very suddenly, but quite unmistakably, stepped onto the stage. I was surprised by how calmly I took this, but also by how reluctant I was to mention it to my male contemporaries.
When I have conversations with people, for some strange reason they think I'm gonna die and they're not. But you know what? Death means nothing to me.
Just because you've faced your own mortality, it doesn't make it any less frightening.
Personally, I don't endorse the notion of mortality. It's fine for other folk, but I disapprove of the concept for me and my loved ones.
Once in a while, when I'm alone, I think about my age. I think, How many more years do I have on this earth? But I can't really conceive of dying. Somehow, in my head, I don't think I'll die. I know that everybody dies, of course. I just think that it'll never come to me. It's crazy, but there it is.
I'm afraid of death, obviously.
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.