Our world is so glutted with useless information, images, useless images, sounds, all this sort of thing. It’s a cacophony, it’s like a madness I think that’s been happening in the past twenty-five years. And I think anything that can help a person sit in a room alone and not worry about it is good. less than 1 minute read
Here’s a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can’t anticipate how you’ll feel afterward. People will tell you a few may be close to right, none exactly right. less than 1 minute read
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. less than 1 minute read
Any film which views the darker side of life, which is death with a sense of humor, is very much to my taste. less than 1 minute read
If the human condition were the periodic table, maybe love would be hydrogen at No. 1. Death would be helium at No. 2. Power, I reckon, would be where oxygen is. less than 1 minute read
The die is set and Malcolm will not escape for the foolish talk he spoke against his benefactor, such a man, is worthy of death, and it would have been so, were it not for Muhammad’s confidence that God would give him the victory over the enemies. less than 1 minute read
I think about death a lot, I really do, because I can’t believe I won’t exist. It’s the ego isn’t it? I feel that I should retreat into a better form of Zen Buddhism than this kind of ego-dominated thing. But I don’t know, I mean, I want to come back as a tree but I suspect that it’s just not going to happen, is it? less than 1 minute read
You realize that however much you don’t think about death - or think that’s for other people - you’re just an organism living from day to day. I’m just grateful I’m here. less than 1 minute read
The cult of the individual is killing us. I think Twitter signals the death of western civilisation, but people have been saying that since Demosthenes. less than 1 minute read
