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Death comes to everyone. We must stand proud as Afghans in the defense of Islam.

In the interests of economy they condemned hundreds of children to death and I call it murder.

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfil All offices of death, except to kill.

I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.

I think that horror fiction is one of the ways to approach these problems of death.

When I reach the shades at last it will no doubt astonish Satan to discover, on thumbing my dossier, that I was a member of the Y.M.C.A.

And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean." Thanatos swung around. "Death." Cara swallowed. Audibly. "As in, the Grim Reaper?" He snorted. "That poser.

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

I probably have reported, probably more about the unusual animal death stories then anyone else on this planet.

Yes, we get death threats every week... from the Muslims.

the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

You think this necklace is a tailsman?" "Yep, I'm not stupid Leif. I hang with Death, ya know.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

Duarte is a moderate when it comes to civilian control of the military and curbing death squads. On economics, the man is almost a Marxist.

Obviously death is a theme I'm fascinated by.

The day I went into physics class it was death.

I wouldn't mind to go to New Mexico with you. To California with you. But mainly to New Jersey, to see the sea where you grew up.

And she was game. They're all game, if you take your time and use your brains—and aren't sixty-four years old.

never would I be able to revive that unfazed sense of security first fostered in a little child by a big, protective republic

And virtually every man, woman, and child among them wears that now ubiquitous badge of defiant solidarity, the black-and-white "Where is Lindbergh?" button.

Anything to empty life of its incongruities, of its meaningless, messy contingencies, and to impose on it instead the simplification that coheres—and misapprehends everything.

There is no punishment too extreme for the crazy bastard who came up with the idea of fidelity. To demand of human flesh fidelity.