“The dead never interrupt,” said the mason, “they but arrive.”

“There were moments bristling with deadness, when she looked out at her life and went, "" Or worse, feeling interrupted and tired, "Wha—?”

“You are not Dostoevsky,' said the woman…
'You never can tell…' he answered.
'Dostoevsky is dead,' the woman said, a bit uncertainly.
'I protest!' he said with heat, 'Dostoevsky is immortal!”

“I have never thought there was much to be said in favor of dragging on long after all one's friends were dead.”

“It's a bizarre but wonderful feeling, to arrive dead center of a target you didn't even know you were aiming for.”

“Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, and I'm going to be happy in it.”

“Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!”

“Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead.”

“I said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead.”

“Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.”