In Beverly Hills... they don't throw their garbage away. They make it >>
If my films make one more person miserable, I'll feel I have done my j >>
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead -- not sick, not wounded - >>
To die will be an awfully big adventure. >>
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morn >>
Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament. >>
I don't believe in an after life, although I am bringing a change of underwear.