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!
I didn’t know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway?
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.
Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead.
A dead eagle he might have buried, but he had chosen rather to light a fire for a phoenix.
