“Love of life is born of the awareness of death, of the dread of it.”
“For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal.”
“Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?”
“Nonviolent action, born of the awareness of suffering and nurtured by love, is the most effective way to confront adversity.”
“Death is the only thing in life that you absolutely have to be aware of as it's happening.”
“With rebellion, awareness is born.”