I didn't think death could ever catch up with him, as great a life as he led. He was indestructible in my mind.

You spend your entire life becoming God and then you die.

Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

Little cork-bodies poppers are really fun flies to catch them on.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?

Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality.