Death Takes a Holiday

Death:
I am - how shall I pursue it - a sort of vagabond of space. I am the point of contact between time and eternity.

Death:
My holiday is just caprice - a mad joke that I play on life. But what a monstrous, what a sublime joke! I, Death, do hereby take on the World, the Flesh, and the Devil!

Death:
There is something about me that men fear and that makes them cling to their existence. I must find out what it is.

Duke Lambert:
I've had a glimpse of deep waters tonight, and I didn't like it.

Stephanie:
Love is music and love is poetry!

Death:
Love is greater than illusion, and as strong as death!

Death:
I shall feel blood flowing in my veins, the warm blood of life. I shall know what you know, feel what you feel! My hunger shall be appeased for an hour... my hunger that is as old as time - and those I love can feel they are not afraid... not afraid... NOT AFRAID!

Death:
Can you conceive how lonely I am - when there is nothing that doesn't shrink from me?

Death:
Now suddenly I know for the first time that men bear a dream within them, a dream that lifts them above their dust... and their little days.

Death:
I wish that we may never meet when you are less beautiful, and I must be less kind.