Do you mind if we leave here so I can chain smoke 'til I throw up so it will be easier to quit?
You're afraid of criticism,' she says. 'But criticism is a sign of life! You know who doesn't get criticized? Nonentities! Only the dead escape criticism.
If your parents died suddenly, Sandro understood, your home was wherever you were, and now you were from nowhere. Your parents were your provenance. Dead, you had no provenance.
Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.
Get out of here. Yoda so does not have an English accent!' 'Other than that you're saying I'm a dead ringer?' 'If the shoe fits.' 'Sheesh, I hate tall girls.
Adam's hot Pheebs! Admit it girl. That body is like some kind of happy experiment. It's like he was manufactured in a nympho scientist's secret laboratory
She was a dead girl having the worst panic attack shed ever had. Not because she was afraid of dying, but because she knew that she would never live again.
He thought he saw some horses, too, and a clown, but it was the faces of all those dead raptors that really bothered him. And maybe that clown a little bit.
The only species of human beings that are immune to failure are those that are dead and gone. Failure is constant; just prepare to deal with it!
Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.
You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?
...everything defiled and degraded. What cannot man live through! Man is a creature that can get accustomed to anything, and I think that is the best definition of him.
Reality is infinitely diverse, compared with even the subtlest conclusions of abstract thought, and does not allow of clear-cut and sweeping distinctions. Reality resists classification.
Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.
One brick could be used to do the work of two men, if both men are dead. In this case, a blanket could be used to cover up their decomposing corpses.
Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!
That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.
We are so afraid of the idea of having to die… that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn…
The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.
...and they buried him there, just off the trail, in a glade ten miles from the majestic Salween, a long way from home, but what dead man is not?
I have seen an evil thing this night,' he said; 'I have seen how the dead drink the blood of the living. And the blood is the life.
