You don't think I'm going to deflower you under your father's roof, do you?
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe.
Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.
Yep those are goosebumps. Or a bad case of arm acne. Or as I call it, armcne.
And in that fraction of a second before anything actually happened, Santino Corleone knew he was a dead man.
Stories change us. They change the world. People are stories of themselves.
When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...
Being dead means never having to do anything sneaky.
I want someone who loves me like I'm the end of the road.
One dead and one alone. That's how the story ends.
As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.
By the age of 50, I would like to know that I'm not dead - that there's some continuity to my life.
I broke my neck, it's a classic neck break from chin to chest. If I had been alone, I would probably be dead.
It is eerie being all but alone in Westminster Abbey. Without the tourists, there are only the dead, many of them kings and queens. They speak powerfully and put my thoughts into vivid perspective.
On the surface, rock and roll changes at an amazing pace. The influence of a figure like the Maharishi can appear and disappear in a matter of months. Talk about old fashioned rock and roll finds itself dead before it begins.
The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.
We're all dead...Some of us are just a little further along than others.
My love disappeared, along with the evidence of her dead body.
What you consider gross—dead rats—I consider considerate gifts.
We both want you dead. I'm bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.
