“The world is always dying and always coming back to life. Tide and pulse, and with the turn of the tide a touch of mystery.” WorldLifeDeathMysteryDyingPulseTide Book:The Wisdom of the Heart Source: The Wisdom of the Heart
“One is ejected into the world like a dirty little mummy; the roads are slippery with blood and no one knows why it should be so. Each one is traveling his own way and, though the earth be rotting with good things, there is no time to pluck the fruits; the procession scrambles toward the exit sign, and such a panic is there, such a sweat to escape, that the weak and the helpless are trampled into the mud and their cries are unheard.” LifeDeathExistenceBirth Book:Tropic of Cancer Source: Tropic of Cancer
“Death was more like what we went through in the park: two people walking side by side in the mist, rubbing against trees and bushes, and not a word between them. It was something emptier than the name itself and yet right and peaceful, dignified, if you like.” DeathDignityPeacefulness Book:Tropic of Capricorn Source: Tropic of Capricorn
“There was an odor about him which I could not help but be aware of. It was a mélange of bay rum, wet ashes and tabac gris, tinctured with a dash of some elusive, elegant perfume. Later these would resolve themselves into one unmistakable scent—the aroma of death.” DeathOdorConrad Moricand Book:Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch Source: Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch