Dead Quotes

What will I be doing in 20 years time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

The reason I'm uncomfortable with celebrity and don't care about it is that none of that matters. I think that's why people attack me and think I'm arrogant. I've never felt the need to justify myself. If I make good music, that music will do the job for me, even when I'm dead and gone.

We asked 10 years ago. We was asking with the Panthers, we was asking with the Civil Rights Movement. Now, those people that were asking are now all dead and in jail.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Thug Life to me is dead.

I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time. I can summon the dead. I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, & in the minds of others. I can I am.

I'll rest when I'm dead. I'm hungry and life is short!

Let go of the things that make you feel dead. Life is worth living!

I've always been dead set against festivals, really suspicious and wary.

I've always considered my work one piece and I consider that my work won't be finished until I am dead and buried and I hope that's a long, long time.

I could still be forgotten when I'm dead. I don't really care what happens when I'm dead.

The heretic is always better dead. And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.

Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.

The traditions of the dead generations weigh like a nightmare upon the living.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged - though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.

He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead.

They only live, who live for others, the rest are more dead than alive.