Anyone who doesn't have a great time in San Francisco is pretty much dead to me.
I am dead set against free agency. It can ruin baseball.
When they speak, dead frogs fall out of their mouths.
Funeral pomp is more for the vanity of the living than for the honor of the dead.
If I were dead, then nobody in England would have to fuss about the cost of my security and whether or not I merited such special treatment for so long.
I'm dead fussy about food: I don't eat junk.
The position is: the Gaelic language is no longer the native language; it is dead, yet food is being brought to the graveyard.
If a writer doesn't generate hostility, he is dead.
Generation X is dead. It has come to mean anyone aged 13 to 55 years old.
I owe the best of myself to geology, but everything it has taught me tends to turn me away from dead things.
If you're not getting older, you're dead.
But I'm kind of comfortable with getting older because it's better than the other option, which is being dead. So I'll take getting older.
I'm kind of comfortable with getting older because it's better than the other option, which is being dead. So I'll take getting older.
God bless the dead.
You play a 'lowdown dirty shame slow and lonesome, my mama dead, my papa across the sea I ain't dead but I'm just supposed to be' blues. You can take that same blues, make it uptempo, a shuffle blues, that's what rock n' roll did with it. So blues ain't going nowhere. Ain't goin' nowhere.
No lover, if he be of good faith, and sincere, will deny he would prefer to see his mistress dead than unfaithful.
Grunts on the line, where the enemy wants them dead, still goof off - even knowing that by letting their guard down they might die.
Growing up in the 1980s, I remember when the GOP was the party of ideas. Now it's brain dead.
Goth is dead, punk is dead, and rock n' roll is dead. Trends are dead. Nothing exists anymore because the world is spinning faster than any trend.
The soundtrack for 'Hemlock Grove' got me into all this goth folk gypsy music like the Dead Brothers.
