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"I
don't know." "I'm
bored. I'm bored."
"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur."
"People are listening to too much James Taylor." "Am
I dying or is this my birthday?"
"Nothing but death." "Codeine
. . . bourbon." "Oh
God, here I go." "Friends,
applaud, the comedy is over." "I
should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis." "I
am about to--or I am going to--die; either expression is used."
"Do you know where I can get any shit?"
"Whose house is this? What street are we in? Why did you bring me
here?"
"It's been a long time since I've had champagne." "But ... I'm an agnostic " "What an irreparable loss!" "Damn
it . . . Don't you dare ask God to help me!" "That
guy's got to stop.... He'll see us."
"I must go in, for the fog is rising."
"Why is it so difficult to die?" I'm tired." More light!" "You've got to stop this war in Afghanistan."
"Kill me, or else you are a murderer!" "Why
not? Why not? Why not? Why not? Yeah." "I
wish to use my body as a torch "Last words are for fools who haven't said enough." "It
has all been very interesting."
"Tomorrow, I shall no longer be here." "Born
in a hotel room--and God damn it--died in a hotel room."
"Get my swan costume ready." "Wait
a second." "Bring
down the curtain, the farce is played out."
"Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception
would be made in my case. Now what?"
"What is the question?"
"My head, my head!"
"I've had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that's the record." "Don't
let it end like this. Tell them I said something."
"I still live.... Poetry!"
"Curtain! Fast music! Lights! Ready for the last finale! Great! The
show looks good. The show looks good."
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