Treat Death as it treats us: with utter indifference.
I don`t mourn the dead. I mourn the living.
God doesn`t go to jail for the pound of weed you got caught going over the Laredo with - even though he apparently has the knowledge, power, and care to prevent it - you go to jail. God passes go and the courts collect two hundred dollars.
Death is the welcome cessation of idiocy.
Thanksgiving is nothing but a toast to genocide.
There is only one dream I can guarantee... my death.
I`d rather be dead than dying.
I know all human beings will be successful. How do I know? They all die.
Although we will both die, and life is utterly meaningless, my time is vastly more important than yours.
What is the value of your existence?