“I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.”
“A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)”
“You don't beat the grim reaper by living longer; you beat the grim reaper by living better.”
“By the way--I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.”
“Blow me, Grim Reaper!”
“Do I fear death? No, I am not afraid of being dead because there's nothing to be afraid of, I won't know it. I fear dying, of dying I feel a sense of waste about it and I fear a sordid death, where I am incapacitated or imbecilic at the end which isn't something to be afraid of, it's something to be terrified of.”