If you look at our current technology level, something strange has to happen to civilisations, and I mean strange in a bad way. And it could be that there are a whole lot of dead, one-planet civilisations.
Jazz isn't dead yet. It's the underpinning of everything in this country. Whether it's a Broadway show, or fusion, or right on through classical music, if it's coming out of the U.S., it's not going to survive unless it's got some jazz influence.
When I was growing up in the early '70s and really getting into music, waiting outside the record store for that 45, waiting for a single from The Dead, The Clash, David Bowie, or T-Rex or something to be there. There was something about that that wa...
The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion.
I grew up with a lot of guys, some of them are dead, some of them are this and some of them that, and some of them very, very powerful, bright young men, who became this instead of that simply because of a lack of guidance - that's all.
Very few men can fall as far as I have and come back. People see me and it's like they've seen a ghost, like I'm back from the dead.
It's difficult to do a genre film well, and it doesn't matter if you're talking vampire movies or 'Dawn of the Dead' or 'The Thing' or 'Escape From New York.' Those kind of movies, they understand what the old-school B-movie is supposed to be, they g...
Frank: [to a crow eating a dead body] Get out of it. [stands] Frank: Get out of it! [kicks fence]
Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch.
Luis Carruthers: Patrick, where did you get that overnight bag? Patrick Bateman: [Throws dead body in the trunk and slams it] Jean Paul Gaultier.
Radio DJ: This is WZAZ in Chicago, where disco lives forever... [the airplane zooms overhead the building, knocking the radio antenna down, and the signal goes dead]
Cheech: Olive, I think you should know this: you're a horrible actress. [Cheech shoots Olive dead]
Senior Ed Bloom: [quoting his mother] "The milkman just dropped dead on the porch." Because see, my mother was banging the milkman.
The Monster: [Speaking to Frankenstein and Elizabeth] Go you live [turning to Dr.Pretorius] The Monster: You stay we belong dead.
SSgt. Eddie Dohun: Where's the captain? Soldier: Dead. SSgt. Eddie Dohun: Didn't ask you how he was. I asked you where he was.
Longshanks: Not the archers. My scouts tell me their archers are miles away and no threat to us. Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish. The dead cost nothing.
[after Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall] Murphy: I can't believe that just fucking happened! Rocco: Is it dead?
To exploit living labour, capital must destroy dead labour which is still useful. Loving to suck warm young blood, it kills corpses.
Only when manhood is dead - and it will perish when ravaged femininity no longer sustains it - only then will we know what it is to be free.
Voting the names of the dead, and the nonexistent, and the too-mentally-impaired to function, cancels out the votes of citizens who are exercising their rights - that's suppression by any light.
Heath Ledger was supposed to put our album on what would have been a new record label. I still feel a little dead after losing him.
