The old man smiled. 'I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived.
Death Comes for the ArchbishopI shouldn’t have gone out so far, fish,” he said. “Neither for you nor for me. I’m sorry, fish.
The Old Man and the SeaOld Man: Look what your brother did to the door! Ain't he got no pride in his home?
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre