“You are dead, you know!” he screeched delightedly, “Come on Miss Wright! Die! Die! DIE!”
“I know he would die if you died, Luce”
“Yes,' he answered; 'and you will be dead, so long as you refuse to die.”
“I feel like I’m going to die,’ he says.‘Could we talk for a few minutes before you die?’‘Only if you do it quietly.’‘I met this girl last night. I need your advice.’‘Come back later.’‘No. You might be dead.”
“This is a 911? You know you only text that when someone is dead or dying. You scared the crap out of me.”
“To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know he is dead.”