“There is no escaping life. It takes what is it's due.”
“Death, in its certainty, is exacting its due respect and repose before it takes my hand.”
“All my sins were trapped between its covers. And the damn thing just wouldn’t go away. I’d tried to escape culpability, and my culpability had had the nerve to take on a life of its own and hunt me.”
“What are clouds, but an excuse for the sky? What is life, but an escape from death?”
“Each of them, all unknowing, fairly gives its due to each chance of life, to each germ of death within itself.”
“So now what?''Well, if you insist on marrying me... But it's an awful risk we're taking!''Darling, that's what life's for - to take risks.”