Dying Is An Art, Like Everything Else.

I Have The One Person I Could Ever Love In This World. Now I Must Work To Be A Person Worthy Of That.

Love Set You Going Like A Fat Gold Watch. The Midwife Slapped Your Footsoles, And Your Bald Cry Took Its Place Among The Elements.

If There's Anything I Look Down On, It's A Man In A Blue Outfit.

Dying Is An Art, Like Everything Else. I Do It Exceptionally Well.

To Learn And Think; To Think And Live; To Live And Learn: This Always, With New Insight, New Understanding, And New Love.