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Time doesn’t go. Time stays. We go.

Me, my literary reputation is mostly abroad, but I am anchored here in New York. I can’t think of any other place I’d rather die than here.

Birth was the death of him.

The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

I do not choose that my grave should be dug while I am still alive.

I don’t believe in personal immortality; the only way I expect to have some version of such a thing is through my books.

It bothers me that I won’t live to see the end of the century, because, when I was young, in St. Louis, I remember saying to Marilyn, my sister by adoption, that that was how long I wanted to live: seventy years.

Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.

We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.