"I was at a dinner party many years ago,sitting along from Tom Stoppard, who in those days smoked not just between courses,but between mouthfuls. An American woman watched in disbelief.

"And you so intelligent!"
"Excuse me?" said tom
"Knowing those things are going to kill you" she said "and still you do it."
"How differently I might behave" Tom said, "if immortality were an option

¿De qué otra forma se puede amenazar que no sea de muerte? Lo interesante, lo original, sería que alguien lo amenace a uno con la inmortalidad.

If you get killed,” she argued with a mix of despair and anger, “it’s not just you who’ll pay the price. I’ll have to pay, too, you know, for the rest of my life. Doesn’t that matter to you?

— Contéstale que sí — le dijo — . Aunque te estés muriendo de miedo, aunque después te arrepientas, porque de todos modos te vas a arrepentir toda la vida si le contestas que no.

If I were to die tomorrow, would I be doing what I’m about to do today?

A hundred times I was upon the point of killing myself; but still I loved life. This ridiculous foible is perhaps one of our most fatal characteristics; for is there anything more absurd than to wish to carry continually a burden which one can always throw down? to detest existence and yet to cling to one's existence? in brief, to caress the serpent which devours us, till he has eaten our very heart?

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

"Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?"
"No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons."

She risks her own life, Louis thought, then blames me for not getting angry. An attention-getting device? How long has she been doing it? Anyone else would die young, with a habit like that!

وإن قيل لي ثانيةً: ستموت اليوم، فماذا تفعل؟
لن أحتاج إلى مهلة للرد: إذا غلبني الوَسَنُ نمتُ. وإذا كنت ظمآن شربتُ. و إذا كنتُ أكتب، فقد يعجبني ما أكتب و أتجاهل السؤال.
وإذا كنت أتناول طعام الغداء، أضفت إلى شريحة اللحم المشويّة قليلًا من الخردل و الفلفل. و إذا كنت أحلق، فقد أجرح شحمة أذني.
وإذا كنت أقبل صديقتي، التهمت شفتيها كحبة تين. وإذا كنت أقرأ قفزت عن بعض الصفحات. وإذا كنت أقشِّر البصل ذرفت بعض الدموع.
وإذا كنت أمشي واصلت المشي بإيقاع أبطأ. وإذا كنت موجودًا، كما أنا الآن، فلن أفكِّر بالعدم. وإذا لم أكن موجودًا، فلن يعنيني الأمر.
وإذا كنت أستمع إلى موسيقى موزارت، اقتربتُ من حيِّز الملائكة. وإذا كنتُ نائمًا بقيت نائمًا وحالمًا وهائمًا بالغاردينيا.
وإذا كنتُ أضحك، اختصرتُ ضحكتي إلى النصف احترامًا للخبر.
فماذا بوسعي أن أفعل؟
ماذا بوسعي أن أفعل غير ذلك، حتى لو كنتُ أشجع من أحمق، و أقوى من هرقل؟

Looking back, I think I really was at least slightly out of my mind. I viewed narcotics as most people regard food. I wore my guns as today I wear my neckties. Deep down, I actually believed that after living as fully as humanly possible, one should then die violently. I expected then, as I still expect today, to die at any time. But then, I think I deliberately invited death in many, sometimes insane, ways.

If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next — if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions — you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.

But you said so yourself,the poor lass will die of it...Do you really want her to die?
'Yes, I'd rather she died than have a bad life.

My Dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.
-Falsely yours