He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

Fear makes us blind, and we touch each fear with all the avid curiosity of self-interest, trying to make a whole out of a hundred parts, like the blind men wit…

You couldn't get hold of the things you'd done and turn them right again. Such a power might be given to the gods, but it was not given to women and men, and t…

Still...let's talk about fear. We won't raise our voices and we won't scream; we'll talk rationally, you and I. We'll talk about the way the good fabric of thi…

Here lies W. C. Fields. I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

A friend will tell you she saw your old boyfriend; and he's a priest.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.