When we are no longer children, we are already dead.
If I leave, reality will devour me. Then they will all really be dead.
The accolades usually come when you're dead or too old to get a job
The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove! - breathe dead hippo, so as to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in - your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business.
I could still be forgotten when I'm dead. I don't really care what happens when I'm dead.
The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.
He was dead again when I got home that day. His corpse was in the kitchen, near the counter, where it appeared he'd been chopping vegetables when the urge to stab himself through the wrist had struck. I slipped on the blood coming in, which annoyed me because that meant it was all over the kitchen floor.
My heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.
It used to be when we said, ''til death do us part,' death parted us pretty soon. That's why marriages used to last forever. Everybody was dead.
It is better to go into a corner slow and come out fast, than to go in fast and come out dead.
It's no use analyzing your life the whole time. Those analyses won't help you when you're dead
You’ll never have a 16-team playoff in college football. The most that could happen would be four teams in the next century. But after that, I’m dead, so who cares?
I thought you were dead, Mr. McCandles.
The educated differ from the uneducated as much as the living from the dead.
Be a dreamer. If you don't know how to dream, you're dead.
He may be dead; or he may be teaching English.
The reactionary is always willing to take a progressive attitude on any issue that is dead.
If one's conscience be dead as a stone, it is as heavy too.
I'll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.
I love the dead. . . Frequently.