[first lines] Chance the Gardener: Good morning, Louise. Louise: He's dead, Chance. The old man's dead. Chance the Gardener: I see. [Chance goes back to watching TV]
I mean, what What if no one's watching What if when we're dead We are just dead I mean, what What if it's just us down here What if God is just an idea Someone put in your head
Somehow, I had the feeling that I was responsible for Harry being dead. I remembered all the times that I wished he were dead, all the times I had dreamed of killing him. I got to thinking that maybe my wishing had finally killed him.
When the dead departed, they took away any falsehoods that they might have allowed us to believe while alive; we who are left behind have to embark on a different life, since the dead are no longer here to help us deceive ourselves.
I actually come from comics, and I'm big on comics. I was reading 'Walking Dead' from the beginning. Then just being on the show, I was really lucky to work on episodes like 'Pretty Much Dead Already' and 'Clear.' I worked a lot on episodes that I di...
The dead,' she said. 'And we have plenty of dead between us, but the way we act, you'd think they were corpses hanging on to our ankles, rather than souls freed to the elements. [...] They're gone, they can't be hurt anymore, but we drag their memory...
And what we’ve been always been is…?” “Is living on borrowed time. Never caring about who’s paying for it, who’s starving somewhere else all jammed together so we can have cheap food, a house, a yard in the burbs … planetwide, more ever...
It's not unreal to me yet, though it might get that way soon. It still feels very real. And not even horrible -- the dead are just the dead. I am convinced that the living people they once were would have been proud of their protective bodies hoodwin...
Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter is dead! Ginny Weasley: No! No! Lord Voldemort: [Flicking his wand] Silence! Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead, from this day forth... you put your faith in me. Harry Potter is dead! Bellatrix Lestrange: Ha ha ha! Lord Vo...
Murphy: [getting the drop on two criminals] Hey! Don't move. [Dougy picks up a shot gun and Murphy shoots him dead. Emil grabs his shotgun but just holds it, knowing Murphy's got him dead to rights] Murphy: Go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're c...
Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.
A slight concussion of the brain simplifies matters so beautifully. ("Three O'Clock")
Apa? WARIA? Iiih, Dennis! Sudah kubilang berapa kali, sih? Aku ini drag queen, darling, bukan waria! Drag queen itu perwujudan Madonna! Glamor, berani, berbahaya! Sementara waria itu ibarat Nicki Minaj berjakun.
We want who we want, right? No matter what other people say. No matter what reason or reality we’re faced with. No matter what facts our brains process. The heart’s a stubborn organ.
At the very leadt, we can grab Monica and hustle her skanky ass back to her dad wile you brave, strong menfolk hold off the bad guys. Right?
He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. “I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn’t understand tea at all.
Shane's dad said, "I should have left you in the damn cage to fry, you ungrateful little bastard. You're no son of mine." "Hallelujah," Shane said softly. Free at last.
For some stupid reason, I had this irrational need to prove to Cooper that I could inspect dead bodies over black coffee and maple bars just like him and the other guys on the police force. (Violet Parker)
I didn't know what to think about first: me seeing Claude naked, Claude seeing me naked, or the whole fact that we were related and naked in the same room. (Sookie Stackhouse, Dead in the Family)
Trains are beautiful. They take people to places they've never been, faster than they could ever go themselves. Everyone who works on trains knows they have personalities, they're like people. They have their own mysteries.
Life," Graveworthy said, when he saw Jack was awake and staring at him, "is a series of desperate gambles and boxing matches for the wits, bookended on the one side by events in which one is shot at, and on the other end by mornings like this.
