“And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.”

“I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!”

“If you die of pneumonia,I'm pretty sure there are at least a dozen guys who'll try to kill me and make it look like an accident(Hale)”

“It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.”

“I realise now... the less you know, the more likely you are to kill yourself by accident. And the more you know, the more likely you are to kill yourself on purpose.”

“Now Catherine would die. That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had time to learn. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you.”