Everyone dies young.

We all die with so much music still left inside us.

Only the dying know what real loneliness is.

It's incorrigible but inevitable how one gets used to everyone dying.

By the time dying gets through with you you're glad to be through with it.

When a person dies, their death dies with them.

When you're around death and dying you remember what's important in life: love, health, happiness. When you're not around death and dying you forget what's important in life.

In the end, night calls and we go. Mind, body and soul we go.

A wave exploding on the rocks-that's how one's death should be.