Death is a sniper. It strikes people you love, people you like, people you know - it's everywhere. You could be next. But then you turn out not to be. But then again, you could be.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death is very mysterious to us. One moment someone is there with us, and the next moment they're not.
Death is something that happens to others, you think, until it happens to you.
Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light, but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life.
Death is with you all the time; you get deeper in it as you move towards it, but it's not unfamiliar to you. It's always been there, so what becomes unfamiliar to you when you pass away from the moment is really life.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
Death is like an arrow that is already in flight, and your life lasts only until it reaches you.
Even when you're making a movie about life, death is a presence, and I guess it's part of my dramatic viewpoint. I'm not sure why exactly. Maybe I'm drawn to it as a story element.
It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.
There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Death is a false fear. When it is here, you won't be. When it's not, you are here.