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"The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade."
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"The dead aren't scary. They are just sad."
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"We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long."
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"Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.Put out the light, and then put out the light:If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,I can again thy former light restore,Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,I know not where is that Promethean heatThat can thy light relume."
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"It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations."
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"Nothing in his life became him like leaving it."
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"Susan stared at him.The blue glow in Death's eyes gradually faded, and as the light died it sucked at her gaze so that it was dragged into the eye sockets and into the darkness beyond, which went on and on, for ever. There was no word for it. Even eternity was a human idea. Giving it a name gave it a length; admittedly, a very long one. But this darkness was what was left when eternity had given up. It was where Death lived. Alone."
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"Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?"
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"For those who seek to understand it, death is a highly creative force. The highest spiritual values of life can originate from the thought and study of death."
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"Nico didn't like to be touched, but somehow this brief contact with his father felt reassuring " the same way the Chapel of Bones was reassuring. Like death, his father's presence was cold and often callous, but it was real " brutally honest, inescapably dependable."
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"He who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. The dread of censure is the death of genius."
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"Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust."
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"Death calls ye to the crowd of common men."
Death
"The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator."
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"The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade."
Death
"There is no armor against fate."
Fate
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