Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!
—Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman
People living deeply have no fear of death.
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
If you don’t know how to die, don’t worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don’t bother your head about it.