I adore life but I don't fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

The prime minister found something hopeful in the man's eyes and manner. The 30 or so people who run this world analyze one another that way and then make decisions of life and death for us. Scary, but true.

Teenagers too often have to deal with loss and death. You had to cope with the untimely death of your brother; how can young people deal with such tragedies?

I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.

Emmys are wonderful and I'm thrilled to death that I have mine. But they're representative of a specific achievement, where this sort of thing is representative of how you've grown in your own industry.

On the basis of biological, sociological, and historical knowledge, we should recognize that the individual self is subject to death or decay, but the sum total of individual achievement, for better or worse, lives on in the immortality of The Larger.

Since the election, since the formation of a government, the death in Iraq has increased. The United States stands by, helpless to do anything about it. That's the reality, not George Bush's revisionist history!

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

Either the soul survives death or it does not, and there is no scientific evidence that it does.

Death's a debt; his mandamus binds all alike- no bail, no demurrer.

Upon the death of my father, our family and myself were emotionally and financially exhausted.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.