death

death

I think people believe in heaven because they don't like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don't like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish.

I think people believe in heaven because they don't like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don't like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.

I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away...

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.", The New Yorker, July 7, 1986]

When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.", The New Yorker, July 7, 1986]

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A piece of me is gone," she told me once while we were bra shopping. "I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.

A piece of me is gone," she told me once while we were bra shopping. "I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Would you like me to [kill you] now?" asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

Would you like me to [kill you] now?" asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck

in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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