I’ve always been interested in writing about people, including young children who are not able to speak for themselves. As in my novel ‘Black Water,’ I provide a voice for someone who has died and can’t speak for herself.
Since the emergence of the Republican Party, only two Democratic presidents, Franklin Roosevelt and John Kennedy, have been followed by Democrats, and both FDR and JFK died in office, so their successors ran as incumbents.
I’m blessed to see another day. For something like that, with any strenuous activity, the tissue could rupture. Could have died, quite frankly. I’m grateful to the doctors in Boston that detected the aneurysm.
After I made ‘A Crow Looked at Me,’ I remember people saying things to me like, ‘You’ve made a beautiful tribute to Genevieve.’ And I felt like, no! No no no, I haven’t. I made a tribute to my own destruction and desolation. This is not a portrait of her. That’s not who she was. She wasn’t just a person who died.
My son died for lies.
Until I was 21, I wasn’t going into the media. I was a professional show jumper; I was going to have a farm… Then my father died, and it changed my life. I realised I had to have a go at being a journalist to see if I could cut the mustard.
My mother was a very beautiful lady, I thought. She was very good to me. I guess – she died when I was nine and a half, but if she had lived, I probably wouldn’t be trying to play guitar. She wanted me to be known, but as something else. Not a guitar player.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease – of joy that kills.
My mum was a wonderful mother. She died, aged 80, of Alzheimer’s disease, which was dreadful to watch. I remember she said to me: ‘Believe in yourself because no one else is going to do it for you.’ I’m sure a lot of my success is due to her words of advice.
June Jordan, who died of cancer in 2002, was a brilliant, fierce, radical, and frequently furious poet. We were friends for thirty years. Not once in that time did she step back from what was transpiring politically and morally in the world. She spoke up, and led her students, whom she adored, to do the same.
I’ve always been with God, even in my darkest hour. That is why I say I am alive. I mean, I should have died a number of times.
If your dad died before you were born, yeah, it hurts – but it’s not like you had a connection with something that was real. Not to say it’s any better – but to have that connection and then have it ripped away was, like, the worst. My dad was such a good dad that when he left, he left a huge scar. He was my superhero.
My father was a Japanese prisoner of war, a survivor of the Thai-Burma Death Railway, built by a quarter of a million slave labourers in 1943. Between 100,000 and 200,000 died.
My dad was a keen philatelist and, when he died, he left me an album he’d curated over some 40 years. He’d handpicked every item, saying each one reminded him of me. I opened it to discover the pages were full of beige stamps bearing the image of George V. Take from that what you will.
I never miss a vote; I think that’s the power of the people. A lot of people fought and died for us to have votes, for women to have votes in particular – your vote is your one weapon.
My father died when I was only five years old, and that was the moment when I learned a cruel lesson that tomorrow, in fact, might not be another day.
After my father died when I was seven and my mother entered into an abusive relationship, I shuffled between houses – staying with friends, families from church, and relying on the kindness of teachers and people throughout my community to help me grow up essentially without parents.
My mom and father are extremely proud. They love it when I don’t die. I’ve done so many movies where I’ve died that their first question when I book a job is, ‘So, are you going to die in this?’
Roosevelt was determined to stop Stalin from taking over Eastern Europe. He thought they finally had an agreement on Poland. Before Roosevelt died, he realized that Stalin had broken his agreement.
Religious people today are courts and juries. When it comes down to it, Jesus died on the cross so that we could learn to love others like we love ourselves, not judge them or persecute them.
In my novel, ‘First Blood,’ Rambo died. In the films, he lives.
When I was 14, my mother died. My father, who had always had ulcers, came apart. He had a series of intestinal operations, and was in the hospital for nearly a year. So the four of us teenagers lived by ourselves in the apartment without a guardian.
We never had anybody who froze to death playing football. You probably had somebody who died from heat stroke playing football.
This year, when I turn 65, I thought, ‘So weird;’ when I was a kid, people who were 65 either retired or died. I’m so nowhere near that.
There’s been this strange irony to my whole life. All my original bandmates have died, when I was the most wild and most reckless of us all. But I’m still here.
My father died when I was young and I was raised by my grandmother, Emma Klonjlaleh Brown. We could afford to eat chicken just once a year, on Christmas.
Christ died to save this lost world; he did not come to destroy, maim or pour out wrath.
That was after Napoleon died because there is still a controversy as to whether Napoleon was poisoned with arsenic. And the French say the British did it and the British say the French did it, but he died before the test for arsenic was available.
When my father died, I had a real experience with Christ, a real conversion with Christ and I had it in a Oneness church.
My dad was in the Indian Army. He died in a terrorist attack in Kashmir in 1994. After that, my mum and I settled in Noida. I went to Delhi Public School in Noida and then to Shri Ram College of Commerce in Delhi University. It was in college that I realised I wanted to be on the stage and in front of the camera.
After my husband died, I could not write much – I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes – not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.
Normally, if someone’s legacy will outlast their life, it’s apparent when they die. On the day when Alexander the Great, or Caesar Augustus, or Napoleon, or Socrates, or Muhammad died, their reputations were immense. When Jesus died, his tiny, failed movement appeared clearly at an end.
Any kind of blockage is heart disease; when you have a blood clot anywhere, that’s heart disease. When Wilt Chamberlain died, strongest man I ever met in my life, I started paying attention.
Religion and political cartoons, as you may have heard, make a difficult couple, ever since that day of 2005, when a bunch of cartoonists in Denmark drew cartoons that had repercussions all over the world – demonstrations, fatwa, they provoked violence. People died in the violence.
Papa died when he was 77.
Bowling really was a big American sport in the ’50s, ’60s, and ’70s, and then it kind of died off in the ’80s.
Some men are willing to die for their faith, but they are not willing to fully live for it. Christ both lived and died for us.
My dad died from cancer when I was 18, and my mom was in a really tough spot. So I wanted to try to help at home. I had started doing some technology consulting.
It is very sad about Michael Jackson, much as in the tragic cases of Heath Ledger, Anna Nicole and other celebrities who have died are a result of drugs. It is always sad when such a bright light goes out.
I have lost almost every friend that I had before Casey died.
Whenever there is a catastrophe, some religious people inevitably ask, ‘Why didn’t God do something? Where was God when all those people died?’
My childhood ambition was to be an Olympic swimmer like my aunt, but that died a quick death when I discovered other sports. I swam very competitively till I was 15, then I swam for fun until I was 18. But athletics remain a very big part of my life.
There is an ancient saying among men that you cannot thoroughly understand the life of mortals before the man has died, then only can you call it good or bad.
She died praying that she might die.
I died on that mountain, too. I left a part of myself up there.
I was born on the eighteenth of December, 1935, in the town Bourg-en-Bresse, about thirty miles northeast of Lyon, the second of three sons of Jeanne and Jean-Victor Pepin. Weighing only two and one half pounds, I nearly died at birth.
When elected officials abandon our environment and ruin our natural resources, public health is endangered. I know the importance of providing a clean environment for our children; I have attended more than one funeral for a child who has died from an asthma attack.
I talk a lot about the men in my family because my mother died when I was little, and my grandmother died when my aunts were little, so we didn’t have those kinds of heads of household. But all the members of our household who were female were sort of living as equal and as wise as the male figures in our family.
After my mom died, there was so much written about her fashion and her style and all that, and I felt that one of the most important parts of her was missing, her real intellectual curiosity.
With two leftover husbands to account for, my wicked soul has just about shriveled and died.
