Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950s. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.
But no matter how many allies you have around you. When you die, you'll be alone.
They say we are born with the same character and die with it
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
We live. We die. And the wheels on the bus go round and round.
To me, Oyster says, The only power of life and death you have is every time you order a hamburger at McDonald's.
...that a rocker is worth more dead than alive. Silly world, isn't it?
— They say he can't be killed.
— And do you believe them?
— No, My lord. Anyone can be killed.
For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are.
The truth is, even if you read to your wife and child some night. You read them a lullaby. And the next morning, you wake up but your family doesn't. You lie in bed, still curled against your wife. She's still warm but not breathing. Your daughter's not crying. The house is already hectic with traffic and talk radio and steam pounding through the pipes inside the wall. The truth is, you can forget even that day for the moment it takes to make a perfect knot in your tie.
Explanation:
Act II, Scene 2
Similar Quote:
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
YOU CANT DEPEND ON THINGS BECAUSE...
...like machines, for instance, they fall apart or rust or rot, or maybe never get finished at all... or wind up in garages...
...like tennis shoes, you can only run so far, so fast, and then the earth's got you again...
...like trolleys. Trolleys, big as they are, always come to the end of the line...
YOU CANT DEPEND ON PEOPLE BECAUSE...
...they go away...
strangers die...
people you know fairly well die...
friends die...
people murder people, like in books...
your own folks can die.
So... !
He held onto a double fistful of breath, let it hiss out slow, grabbed more breath, and let it whisper through his tight-gritted teeth.
SO. He finished in huge heavily blocked capitals.
SO IF TROLLEYS AND RUNABOUTS AND FRIENDS AND NEAR FRIENDS CAN GO AWAY FOR A WHILE OR GO AWAY FOREVER, OR RUST, OR FALL APART OR DIE, AND IF PEOPLE CAN BE MURDERED, AND IF SOMEONE LIKE GREAT— GRANDMA, WHO WAS GOING TO LIVE FOREVER, CAN DIE... IF ALL OF THIS IS TRUE... THEN... I, DOUGLAS SPAULDING, SOME DAY... MUST...