“All of my friends want to be in my books, but no one wants to die...ummm...I write westerns...everyone dies.”

“I want to die in my sleep like my friend...Not yelling like the passengers in his car.”

“Everyone wants to go to heaven,but no one wants to die.”

“People get old, get sick and die. Or they die suddenly. Or their deaths drag on forever. My friend Tory is dying a slow, excruciatingly painful death of bone cancer. Eight friends have died of breast cancer. Polar bears are dying. Honeybees are vanishing. The oceans are drying up. There is a part of me that wants my money back. That wants to say, 'I didn't sign up for this. I don't like the way this whole thing is set up and I won't participate in it.”

“If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.”

“My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.”