All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.
I am very clear that when I work with a director what he or she says is the last word.
My work is done; I have nothing left to do but to go to my Father.
I have tried so hard to do the right.
I can die now. I've lived twice.
. . . to see the light. (Last words)
Last word in lonesome is me.
I have taken care of everything in the course of my life, only not for death, and now I have to die completely unprepared.
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
Don't die like I did.
Ah, a German and a genius ! A prodigy, admit him !
I have a terrific headache.
Well I'll Be Damned. This is funny.
Let me go, let me go.
How the little piglets would grunt if they knew how the old boar suffered.
I'm so bored with it all.
The nourishment is palatable.
I want nothing but death.
I expect I shall have to die beyond my means.
Tell them I've had a wonderful life.