When I die, I want to come back as a Mexican, a Poblano, a fucking grown-up.

Everything ends
In Mexico Mexico,
An excellent place to die.
Come some day and try
Mexico.

Yo quiero salir del mundo
por la puerta natural:
en un carro de hojas verdes
a morir me han de llevar.
No me pongan en lo oscuro a morir como un traidor:
yo soy bueno, y como bueno
moriré de cara al sol.

I wish to leave the world
By its natural door;
In my tomb of green leaves
They are to carry me to die.
Do not put me in the dark
To die like a traitor;
I am good, and like a good thing
I will die with my face to the sun.

There is nothing tougher than a tough Mexican, just as there is nothing gentler than a gentle Mexican, nothing more honest than an honest Mexican, and above all nothing sadder than a sad Mexican.

The following is in no way a death wish. I like life just fine, but when the time comes, my favorite way of dying would be by … EXPLOSION — all over white walls!

When good Texans die they go to Colorado.

There’s a trick to the 'graceful exit.' It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, or a relationship is over — and let it go. It means leaving what’s over without denying its validity or its past importance to our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving up, rather than out.

Bruno, someday you will die of kindness, tolerance and gentleness. Well, given the options, it isn't a bad way to go.

The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.

I'd rather be fried alive and eaten by Mexicans.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once. Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!

To say goodbye is to die a little

Sometimes dead is better