The report of my death was an exaggeration.

Metaphysics keeps surviving its obituaries.

There's no bad publicity except an obituary.

All publicity is good, except an obituary notice.

When a writer dies you get a higher standard of obituary.

There is no such thing as bad publicity except your own obituary.

Sometimes a famous subject may even outlive his own obituary writer.

It's like obituaries, when you die they finally give you good reviews.

What a writer's obituary should read - he wrote the books, then he died.

It's not the loss of life that makes the death bitter -- it's the obituaries.

I don't think most people know what's going to be in their obituary, but I do.

An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing.

An obituary should be an exercise in contemporary history, not a funeral oration.

So what if someone wrote your obituary... that doesn't mean you are obligated to die.

Beyond being timely, an obituary has a more subjective duty: to assess its subject's impact.

I never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary notices I have read with pleasure.

Scarcely a day goes by without some claim that new technologies are fast writing newsprint's obituary.

When I die, if the word 'thong' appears in the first or second sentence of my obituary, I've screwed up.

In the morning, I get the paper. I look in the obituary column. If I don't see myself in there, I get up.

Actually, I just want to entertain people. Put that in my obituary, a final picture, all dark in the background.

You know, one of the only times I ever wrote about art was the obituary of Warhol that I did for the Village Voice.

A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a fool as to regard a fulsome obituary notice as ample reward.

I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up.

I always wondered what hearing one's own obituary might sound like, and I sort of feel like I may have just heard part of it at least.

I scrolled on down to the obituaries. I usually read the obituaries first as there is always the happy chance that one of them will make my day.

Live so that when the final summons comes you will leave something more behind you than an epitaph on a tombstone or an obituary in a newspaper.

Biography is a very definite region bounded on the north by history, on the south by fiction, on the east by obituary, and on the west by tedium.

Some people want to amass a great amount of wealth and make a great looking obituary. I'm going to die with more money than is good to leave my son.

Anyone who has to write an obituary for me one day will probably say, 'She did absolute depths of agony really well.' I'm not, however, an unhappy person.

I'm fairly certain when I die that the obituary will say, 'Author of 'Angels in America' dies.' Unless I'm completely forgotten, and then it won't say anything at all.

The savage repression of blacks, which can be estimated by reading the obituary columns of the nation's dailies, Fred Hampton, etc., has not failed to register on the black inmates.

When the 'Guardian' is commissioning writers to write obituary pieces about you and your career... it doesn't get much nastier than that. And you've just got to go, 'It doesn't actually matter.'

Everyone wrote our obituary but us and the coaches and the kids who stayed with us. The obit was, 'Vanderbilt will have to leave the Southeastern Conference. All the coaches are leaving, and all the students are transferring.'

If I were to win the Nobel Prize in Literature - which I think it's fairly safe to say is not going to happen - I would still expect the headline on my obituary to read: 'Christopher Buckley, son of William F. Buckley, Jr., is dead at 78.'

The death of Churchill at 90 was one of those watershed moments in which the obituary rises to a special calling beyond the sharing of remembered times. It gave an older generation a rare opportunity to explain something of itself to its children.

The seed for my novel 'Half Brother' was planted in my mind over twenty years ago, but didn't germinate until late 2007 when I came across the obituary for Washoe, an extraordinary chimpanzee who had learned over 250 words of American Sign Language.

In journalism, we recognize a kind of hierarchy of fame among the famous. We measure it in two ways: by the length of an obituary and by how far in advance it is prepared. Presidents, former presidents, and certain heads of state are at the top of the chain.

Josephine Baker is such an iconic woman that once you've touched her and she has touched you, it never goes away. I'm stuck with her. I'm sure 50 years from now, when they write my obituary, they will mention that I played Josephine Baker. It'll be on my epitaph.

I've always thought stability was suffocating and deadly. Like, when I read that the kids I went to law school with have stayed at the same firm, I feel like I'm reading an obituary. How much money do you need? Six million, seven million? Put that in the bank and do something else. Get out!

In my book, 'The Big Three in Economics,' I found that the press has frequently and prematurely written the obituary of Adam Smith and his free-market philosophy, only to see a new and more vibrant global marketplace reemerge after being savagely attacked by Keynesians, Marxists, and assorted socialists.

You know how Bette Midler always says her obituary will read, 'Bette Midler dies. Started her career at the Continental Baths?' Mine will say 'Chris March died. He was on Season 4 of 'Project Runway.'' It's an amazing show, it did a lot for me, and I'm fine with it. Unless it becomes terribly disreputable.

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