Hugging trees has a calming effect on me. I'm talking about enormous trees that will be there when we are all dead and gone. I've hugged trees in every part of this little island.
Both camels are dead and our provisions are done.
For a while, I tried to masquerade as somewhat of a hippie because I was under the impression that was the kind of guy girls would like. I was pretty unsuccessful because I liked the idea of camping more than actually camping. I did go to a Grateful Dead concert, but I was pretty bored.
Situation comedy on television has thrived for years on 'canned' laughter, grafted by gaglines by technicians using records of guffawing audiences that have been dead for years.
Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.
My solo album is dead and buried. We had the funeral. It was sad and I cried a lot but it made such a beautiful corpse that we had an open casket.
It is rather for us here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion.
Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.
Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.
News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read. And it's only news until he's read it. After that it's dead.
I intend to do the Penn & Teller show until they pry my cheesy magic wand from my cold dead fingers.
Fork: An instrument used chiefly for the purpose of putting dead animals into the mouth.
'The Living And The Dead' is one of those scripts that you read and are instantly compelled and engaged by. It's intelligent, chilling, and engrossing.
Chivalry isn't dead. It's just no longer gender-based.
Chivalry is dead.
I have an idea for a movie called 'The Walken Dead' which is about a town where, instead of zombies, everyone becomes Chris Walken.
Virtually every civilized society today holds sacred the right to peaceably bury their dead.
First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.
Either the Obamacare is a dead letter, or the origination clause is; we can't have both.
The priesthood is not dying, but the clerical state is dead. It needs to be buried, preferably with a Viking funeral in Boston Harbor so nobody can miss the spectacle of its passing.
