I'm spending a year dead for tax reasons.
I contribute to the dead of winter and the moans of silence, blood trails are music to my ears. . . I'm a gut pile addict. . . The pig didn't know I was there. . . it's my kick. . . I love shafting animals. . . it's rock 'n' roll power.
Sometimes dead is better
I don't believe in speaking ill of the dead, even when it's the truth.
Even when dead, the hog largely refuses to submit to the machine.
I am as one who is left alone at a banquet, the lights dead and the flowers faded.
So as I thought about it, the most important "tool" you can have today in business is insatiable curiosity. The minute you lose it, you're dead.
I remember when we did our first read-through, Sonny [Bono] looks at the script and he goes, "Okay, I'll see you guys later. Chai-ay-oh!" And I said, "It's ciao! Aren't you Italian? C-i-a-o doesn't spell 'chai-ay-oh. '" Sonny's dead, so he won't be embarrassed if I tell that story.
If I had not smoked I should have been dead ten years ago.
Napoleon is dead - but Beethoven lives.
There are newsweeklies that are dead. Some may still be walking, but they're dead.
What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!
There are two men in each one of us: the scientist, he who starts with a clear field and desires to rise to the knowledge of Nature through observations, experimentation and reasoning, and the man of sentiment, the man of belief, the man who mourns his dead children, and who cannot, alas, prove that he will see them again, but who believes that he will, and lives in the hope – the man who will not die like a vibrio, but who feels that the force that is within him cannot die.
Caroline Trent hadn't meant to shoot Percival Prewitt, but she had, and now he was dead. Or at least she thought he was dead.
Oh, bother!,” said Pooh, as Piglet came back from the dead.
Women run the small country called Home, millions of us do it in our spare time, and no one who doesn't run that small country really knows what it feels like in the dead of night when task lists jitter like tickertape through your seething brain.
Sex gets people killed, put in jail, beaten up, bankrupted, and disgraced, to say nothing of ruined - personally, politically, and professionally. Looking for sex can lead to misfortune, and if you get lucky and find it, it can leave you maimed, infected, or dead. Other than that, it's swell: the great American pastime. . . . You probably won't see it on a bumper sticker, but sex kills.
You don't accomplish much by swimming with the mainstream. Hell, a dead fish can do that.
I was called "T-Bow" but the people got it mixed up with "T-Bone. " My name is Aaron Walker but "T-Bone" is catchy, people remember it. My auntie gave it to me when I was a kid. Mother's mother was a Cherokee Indian full blooded. There were sixteen girls and two boys in my mother's family, all dead but two.
In the long run we are all dead.