Did you think I was immortal?

I am not the least afraid to die

Let me go to the house of the Father.

Jesus, I love you. Jesus, I love you.

Why not? After all, it belongs to him.

I shall look forward to a pleasant time.

Dammit, don't you dare ask God to help me!

Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain?

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Good people are always so sure they're right.

Goodnight, my darlings, I'll see you tomorrow.

Show my head to the people. It is worth seeing.

Die, my dear? Why that's the last thing I'll do!

All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.

I'm tired of being the funniest person in the room.

What we know is not much. What we don't know is enormous.

I owe much; I have nothing; the rest I leave to the poor.

I have something to say: it's better to burn out, than to fade away.

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

Can you still have any famous last words if you're somebody nobody knows?

I am curious to see what happens in the next world to one who dies unshriven.

Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.

I knew it. I knew it. Born in a hotel room - and God damn it - died in a hotel room.

Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case.

Better is the sinner who hath thoughts about God, than the saint who hath only the show of sanctity.

Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.

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