Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Freddie Prinze was my idol, and he died, and there is not much of his stuff to look at. But now, your comedy can live on forever.

I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die - it's a major offence.

God and death kind of resemble each other, because the only time a lot of people will try and talk to God is when someone's died.

I had a brother who died early on - he was 23 when I was 19. And, boy, I certainly didn't expect that. That was utterly shocking.

I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don't date. It's hard to date when you're at home. Nobody knows you.

My grandmother died when my mother was just 11 years old, and consequently, my mother never learned how to cook particularly well.

I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn't, so I think it is possibly the end.

No one in the United States has become seriously ill or has died because of any kind of accident at a civilian nuclear power plant.

My maw died when I was 20. You tune into the radio or the telly and life goes on. Things keep on happening. The world doesnae stop.

For all the failures of naval, air and army defense, the men who died at Pearl Harbor and in the Philippines would not die in vain.

I am studying ancient civilizations, trying to find what happened to them, finding out why they went into a decline, why they died.

I'll go to Mars, even if I got there and died on the way back. It's just the opportunity. How many people can say they went to Mars?

In 1890, nearly everyone died on the job, and if they lived long enough not to die on the job, the average age of retirement was 85.

On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died.

My dad died when he was 60. I was only 17 and I think, psychologically, that had a huge impact on me, probably more than I realised.

When he died, he took a big piece of me with him. I'm sure that every time I do something, I'll think about having done it with Hef.

When Hillel died, it was during one of the happiest times of my life. I was married and completely in love and had a baby on the way.

My grandmother passed away from diabetes. And my father died from heart disease as a result of diabetes. They were in their early 60s.

I was pretty depressed when I was a teenager. The thing that spurred that on was that my dad died from cancer when I was 11 years old.

My favorite uncle died when I was eleven, and that was two months after 9/11, so that was a particularly difficult time with my family.

They died hard, those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

My grandfather died before I was born, so I never had the chance to speak with him about his father. But I learned about him from books.

I know there were many good policemen who died doing their duty. Some of the cops were even friends of ours. But a cop can go both ways.

I lost a sister to pneumonia, when she was 2 years old. She died at home, not in a hospital, where maybe her life could have been saved.

I got my very last tattoo after my father died. I'm not getting anymore; otherwise I'll end up like Mike Tyson with a tattoo on my face.

On 16 September 1985, when the Commerce Department announced that the United States had become a debtor nation, the American Empire died.

My father's parents were Irish. Only a year before my father died, he and I went back to Ireland for a week to look at the old homestead.

Balenciaga was incredibleI was madly infatuated with his clothes. His clothes were devastating. One fainted. One simply blew up and died.

My dad died when I was young; my mom remarried with more haste than sense to a fellow... he wasn't evil or anything, but he was worthless.

In 2003, I almost died of an intestinal blockage when I was on a mountain in Chile, filming a segment for 'Scientific American Frontiers.'

My dad died in 1980, and I found out afterwards from mum that my piano lessons, which cost £2 a week, took up nearly a third of his income.

I suppose I often think of my writing as quite impersonal. But it turned out, when my father died, writing was exactly what I wanted to do.

What little family I got is in Mississippi. A whole lot of them died before I left, and my sister died a long time ago, before my mama did.

On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest, and in resting died.

But there, everything has its drawbacks, as the man said when his mother-in-law died, and they came down upon him for the funeral expenses.

Just before she died she asked, What is the answer? No answer came. She laughed and said, In that case, what is the question? Then she died.

I bought my parents a home before they died, and they got to see that I was going to be all right. They always thought I would go someplace.

My reason for getting into the film business was a Spider-Man comic called 'The Night Gwen Stacy Died' when I was a kid; it changed my life.

If I died tomorrow, I would regret growing so wealthy and still running the business when there are so many more people I could have helped.

My mum had 14 pregnancies - but only four of us survived. We had a little sister born for a few days and she died. There had to be a funeral.

We had hoped to have been bringing you Arthur the Human Chameleon, but this afternoon, he crawled across a tartan rug and died of exhaustion.

When I was 12 years old, I went to swim in a lake, and I almost died in that lake because the water was too deep - much deeper than I thought.

I believe that cinema died on the 31 September 1983 when the zapper, or the remote control, was introduced into the living rooms of the world.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again.

One day when I was 8 years old, everyone was talking in hushed tones about a great scientist that had just died. His name was Albert Einstein.

Whenever there is a catastrophe, some religious people inevitably ask, 'Why didn't God do something? Where was God when all those people died?'

By any accepted standard, I have had more than nine lives. I counted them up once, and there were 13 times I almost and maybe should have died.

I knew Charlie Parker, and he gave us such a gift with his music. He put so much into so little space, and it was tragic that he died so young.

Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.

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