You figure you’ll cool it on the time travel for a while…

My specialties are corpses, unconscious people and people snoring in spectacular epics.

— Gig Young

The enemy? His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is, where he came from. And…

— J. R. R. Tolkien

Of course I think it's a movie for everybody [Insane Farting Corpse], but that's probably just because it's a movie for me.

— Paul Dano

If you look at the history of technology gadget makers, hardware makers, it's littered with the corpses of Palm and RIM and companies like…

— Whitney Tilson

“The Path Of Least Resistance Is Littered With The Corpses Of The Bored To Death”

— Dean Cavanagh

René of Anjou [(1409-80)] painted a picture of his mistress's corpse as he found it eaten by worms on having it [her tomb] openedon…

— Horace Walpole

Religion exalts mystery as an unknowable secret that must be sealed in glass like the corpse of an enchanted princess and fearfully worshipped from…

— Lon Milo DuQuette

Why exactly are we so frightened of death that we avoid looking at it altogether? Somewhere, deep down, we know we cannot avoid facing…

— Sogyal Rinpoche

The government increasingly resembles somebody who is trying to give the kiss of life to a corpse.

— Vince Cable

“You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theaters, and it's way too…

— Isaac Marion

Alas, poor Yorick! How surprised he would be to see how his counterpart of today is whisked off to a funeral parlor and is…

— Jessica Mitford

“Yes, and look at the corpses. Place always reminds me of that old thing in Punch, you know—‘Waiter, take away Lord Whatsisname, he’s been…

— Dorothy L. Sayers

Reread, rewrite, reread, rewrite. If it still doesn't work, throw it away. It's a nice feeling, and you don't want to be cluttered with…

— Helen Dunmore

Reading the script [Insane Farting Corpse], by page two or three, I felt that way. I thought, I'm in. It was so beautiful and…

— Paul Dano

Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.

— Tom Waits