“Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.”
“It’s a way of talking about lust without talking about lust, he told them. It is a way of talking about sex, and fear of sex, and death, and fear of death, and what else is there to talk about?”
“Get up guys. We’ve got a visit to pay.”“What are you talking about?”“I am not hanging out with Blake Lazar again.”
“The angle of death doesn't ask about your age when he visits, he visits when you complete your chances you got in life”
“...sitting with him was like sitting by yourself; he didn't talk except when it suited him. You asked him a question in the morning and he might answer in the afternoon, or he might never.”
“I heard you showed some backbone. I decided to visit in the vain hope that you might be turning interesting.”