I am DYING, EGYPT, dying.

The ACT of DYING is one of the ACTS of LIFE.

If you're not GROWING, you're DYING, and I'm not READY for that.

Some dying MEN are the most tyrannical; and certainly, since they will shortly TROUBLE US so little for EVERMORE, the poor fellows OUGHT to be indulged.

It is not DEATH, it is DYING that alarms me.

Dying, dying, someone told me just recently, dying is EASY. Living is HARD. for EVERYONE.

All my FRIENDS are DYING. That's why I ALWAYS WEAR BLACK.

The past GROWS GRADUALLY around one, LIKE a placenta for DYING.

The pride of DYING rich RAISES the LOUDEST LAUGH in hell.

Of emotions, of LOVE, of breakup, of love and hate and death and DYING, mama, apple pie, and the WHOLE thing. It covers a lot of TERRITORY, country MUSIC does.

I was a TEACHER for a long time. I taught at a community college: voice, theory, HUMANITIES. And nowadays, music EDUCATION is a DYING thing. Funding is being cut more and more and more.

At 18, I took a Greyhound bus to NEW YORK City, and then I was in city after city, so I was just dying to get to the country. EVERYWHERE I'd GO, I'd just shoot out to a national park SOMEWHERE and reconnect.

I would like to avoid dying if POSSIBLE. I do like living! The WORST, I think for me, THOUGH, would be a really bedridden death.

When you're sick, you're not thinking 24 HOURS a day about your SUFFERING, about DYING. You want to talk and laugh and think about other THINGS. In the midst of trying to live your life normally, the fear and dread, the realization that it might all end, rises up inside of you.

I'm a WALKING, TALKING enigma. We're a DYING BREED.