A new racket, probably. A depression breeds rackets as a swamp breeds mosquitoes. - Fredric Brown

I hate funerals, think they’re pompous and silly and disgusting. I hate the thought of having one myself even though I won’t know about it while it’s happening. Since I’m a public figure I suppose there’ll have to be one, but I don’t want the only person I really love there sharing in it. If I die, I don’t want you to see me dead, even the outside of a coffin. I want your last memory of me to be as I am now, alive. I don’t want you even to think about a funeral or send flowers. Will you promise me those things, Max?
“Yes, if you’ll quit talking about them.”

He could see now what a lot of his mistakes had been—laziness among them. And laziness is curable.

"Nuts," said the Martian. "You people got rocks in your heads, that's what accounts for your superstitions."