“The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...”
“All places where the French settled have corruption at their heart, a kind of soft, rotten glow, like the phosphorescence of decaying wood, that is oddly attractive.”
“My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.”
“Either you're growing or you're decaying; there's no middle ground. If you're standing still, you're decaying.”
“When the Aggregates arise, decay and die, O bhikkhu, every moment you are born, decay, and die.”
“Is there anything that will not decay?”