I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

Dying should come easy:like a freight train youdon't hear whenyour back isturned.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

Dripping faucets, farts of passion, flat tires - are all sadder than death.

I killed four flies while waiting. Damn, death was everywhere. Man, bird, beast, reptile, rodent, insect, fish didn't have a chance. The fix was in. I didn't know what to do about it. I got depressed. You know, I see a boy at the supermarket, he's packing my groceries, then I see him sticking himself into his own grave along with the toilet paper, the beer and the chicken breasts.

La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir

she wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare.