Policemen so cherish their status as keepers of the peace and protectors of the public that they have occasionally been known to beat to death those citizens or groups who question that status.

I've always been scared to death of pain - afraid even to think of it.

It is a horrible fact that we can read in the daily paper without interrupting our breakfast numerical reckonings of death and destruction that ought to break our hearts or scare us out of our wits.

For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.

I know I'm drinking myself to a slow death but then I'm in no hurry.

The enemy fought with savage fury and met death with all its horrors without shrinking or complaining: not one asked to be spared but fought as long as they could stand or sit.

Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

Monarchs ought to put to death the authors and instigators of war as their sworn enemies and as dangers to their states.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

When theater becomes a soothing middle-class thing when it's packaged as the Night Out then that's the death of it.