“Death -Death can be faced,dealt with, adjusted to,outlived.It's thenot knowingthat destroysinterminably...Thisbeing suspendedin suspense;waiting - weightless,How does one facethe faceless,adjust to nothing?Waiting impliessomething to wait for.Is there?There is One.One who knows...I rest my soul on that.”

“Jews and Christians wait, the whole world waits,and there are many who wait for death”

“Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.”

“Wait for MeWait for me, and I'll returnOnly wait very hardWait when you are filled with sorrow...Wait in the sweltering heatWait when the others have stopped waiting,Forgetting their yesterdays.Wait even when from afar no letters come to youWait even when others are tired of waiting...And when friends sit around the fire,Drinking to my memory,Wait, and do not hurry to drink to my memory too.Wait. For I'll return,defying every death.And let those who do not wait say that I was lucky.They will never understand that in the midst of death,You with you waiting saved me.Only you and I know how I survived.It's because you waited, as no one else did.”

“Death, it seems," Garp wrote, "does not like to wait until we are prepared for it. Death is indulgent and enjoys, when it can, a flair for the dramatic.”

“Death will come if you wait long enough...Hopefully, it'll be a long wait!”