I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I can only admire people who I have never met and are dead - because you know so much about anyone who is alive.
Sometimes a person has to be dead a while before people can appreciate what they did when they were alive.
There are few things more fundamentally encouraging and stimulating than seeing someone else die.
For years, I have been stalked by a bad reputation. Actually, I have been pursued by people who have regarded me as the 'Death and Dying' Lady. They believe that having spent more than three decades in research into death and life after death qualifies me as an expert on the subject. I think they miss the point.
It is only in the light of the inescapable fact of death that a person can adequately engage and enter upon the mysterious fact of life.
Dead people never seem to address the obvious - the things you'd think they'd be bursting to talk about, and the things all of us not-yet-dead are madly curious about. Such as: 'Hey, where are you now? What do you do all day? What's it feel like being dead? Can you see me? Even when I'm on the toilet? Would you cut that out?'
One of the most attractive things about writing your autobiography is that you're not dead.
Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.
It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead, you're made for life.
Dead people don't really die. They live on within you.