[first lines] Brett: This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man. Parker: What you say? You got any biscuits over there? Ripley: Here's some cornbread. Parker: Cornbread. Yeah. Lambert: I am cold. Parker: Still with us, Brett? Brett: Right. Kane: Oh, ...
A business without marketing is dead.
If you're not getting older, you're dead.
If you don't flirt, you're probably dead inside.
There's nothing glamorous about being dead.
I can't be a legend yet. I'm not dead.
From dead plant matter to nematodes to bacteria, never underestimate the cleverness of mushrooms to find new food!
The dead can't change, but you can.
The thing that's funny is that everyone thinks I'm dead.
When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.
Either he's dead or my watch has stopped.
Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead.
Against the State, against the Church, against the silence of the medical profession, against the whole machinery of dead institutions of the past, the woman of today arises.
Marriage, as an institution, is as dead as the dodo bird.
No more heartbrakes, Your dead.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
They made a major mistake," he blurted out, "the dumb bastards, when they didn't start by killing you first." "Benjamin Thomas Parish, that was the sweetest and most bizarre compliment anyone's ever given me." I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me ...
As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion--she lost her head over it--we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired ...
No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine. [...] To drive children into labour is to slaughter artists, to scour deathly all wonder, the flickering dart of imagination eager as finches flitting from branch to branch –...
Chandeliers are marvels of drop-dead showiness, the jewellery of architecture.
For you, that tree is dead.
