“Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.”

— Emil M. Cioran , book The Trouble With Being Born

The Trouble With Being Born (1973)
Source: The Trouble with Being Born

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Emil M. Cioran 531

Romanian philosopher and essayist 1911–1995

Masashi Kishimoto book Naruto

Source: Naruto, Vol. 01: The Tests of the Ninja

“I was thinking about Casagemas's death that started me painting in blue.”

Pablo Picasso (1881–1973) Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist, and stage designer

Quoted in Pierre Daix, La Vie de Peintre de Pablo Picasso, Paris: Editions du Seuil, 1977.
Picasso explained his friend Pierre Daix (around 1965), why he started painting in blue early around 1905. Picasso had made a portrait of Carles Casagemas in 1899.
1970s
Original: C’est en passant que Casagemas était mort que je me suis mis à piendre en bleu

“Let whoever can do so deceive me, he will never bring it about that I am nothing, so long as I continue to think I am something.”

René Descartes (1596–1650) French philosopher, mathematician, and scientist

“And when I'm lying in my bed, I think about life and I think about death.
And neither one particularly appeals to me.”

Morrissey (1959) English singer

From the song "Nowhere Fast"
From songs

“That house, whatever it was, was the embodiment of all the coldness in his mind. Harley said to himself: "Whatever has been done to me, I've been cheated. Someone has robbed me of something so thoroughly I don't even know what it is. It's been a cheat, a cheat.…"”

Brian W. Aldiss book Outside

Outside (1955)

“I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.”

T.S. Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
Context: I grow old … I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.