“I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots,”

“I am not contain'd between my hat and my boots.”

“A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.”

“If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.”

“I do not fear death. I resent it. Everything must die, apparently, and I am no exception. But I want to be consulted. You know what I mean? Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn’t bother to wipe its boots. I have a new passion, my darlings, a passion for being myself, and for being more than previously has been manifested for a single lifetime. I am determined to die at my own convenience. Therefore, I journey to the east, where, I have been told, there are men who have taught death some manners.”

“It is not always easy for us to distinguish between a moment of dying and a moment of new birth.”