Mert

“In everything that you do, pause and ask yourself if death is a dreadful thing because it deprives you of this”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“To the pain means this: if we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms. The first thing you lose will be your feet. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrists. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average. Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you. Followed by your tongue. Deeply cut away. Not even a stump left. And then your left eye—"

And then my right eye, and then my ears, and shall we get on with it?" the Prince said.

Wrong!" Westley’s voice rang across the room. "Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child shall be yours to cherish—every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will reverberate forever with your perfect ears.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

“For alarmingly large chunks of an average day, I am a moron.”
― Nick Hornby, Fever Pitch

“He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.”
― Franz Kafka