“And it is a great thing to die in your own bed, though it is better still to die in your boots.”
“Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you.”
“Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.”
“He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?”
“Endless longing; a face you'd known since childhood, since birth almost; a body that moved as though it were your own. These were things you never spoke of, things you never hoped for; things you could never admit to. Things you'd die for, and die of.”
“It is better to die fighting than to die on your knees.”