So this was how you died$$$ in whispers that you did not hear.

Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once$$$ go all the goddamn way with what matters.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event$$$ who wants one?

Be glad you're even alive. Be furious you're going to die.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.

The human being is not the lord of beings$$$ but the shepherd of Being.

Life goes on within you and without you.

Strong people are made by opposition like kites that go up against the wind.

None but a poet can write a tragedy. For tragedy is nothing less than pain transmuted into exaltation by the alchemy of poetry.