- Dean: Well, I gotta ask, how old are you?
- Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg... Regardless, at the end, I'll reap him too.
- Dean: God? You'll reap God?
- Death: Oh, yes. God will die too, Dean.
Writer and reader of novels. "The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that’s no Harvard lie."