Listen to my last words anywhere. Listen to my last words any world - William S. Burroughs
Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius; will you remember to pay the debt? ~ Socrates (c.469-399BC).
The executioner is, I believe, very expert, and my neck is very slender. ~ Anne Boleyn (1507-36).
I owe much; I have nothing; the rest I leave to the poor. ~ François Rabelais (1483—1553), French satirist.
Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms. ~ Alexander Pope (1688—1744).
I feel nothing, apart from a certain difficulty in continuing to exist. ~ Bernard de Fontenelle (1657—1757), French philosopher. Remark on his deathbed.
It is high time for me to depart, for at my age I now begin to see things as they really are. ~ Bernard de Fontenelle (1657—1757), French philosopher. Remark on his deathbed.
I inhabit a weak, frail, decayed tenement; battered by the winds and broken in on by the storms, and, from all I can learn, the landlord does not intend to repair. ~ John Quincy Adams (1767—1848), Sixth president of the USA. Said during his last illness.
How were the receipts today in Madison Square Garden? ~ Phineas Taylor Barnum (1810-91), US showman.
My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go. ~ Oscar Wilde (1854—1900), Irish-born British dramatist. As he lay dying in a drab Paris bedroom.
On the contrary ! ~ Henrik Ibsen (1828—1906), Norwegian dramatist. His nurse had just remarked that he was feeling a little better.
Seventeen whiskeys. A record, I think. ~ Dylan Thomas (1914-53), Welsh poet.
I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis. ~ Humphrey Bogart (1899—1957).
Let's cool it brothers . . . ~ Malcolm X ( -1966), Black leader, spoken to his assassins, 3 men who shot him 16 times.