Death will never be pretty - its sights and smells too close and crude. And it will never come under our control: it gallops where we tiptoe, rips up our routines, burns our very breath with its heat and sting.
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Nationality: American Type: Journalist Born: 1960 |
“I'm going to go down swinging... I'm sure as heck not going to go home and say I had a bad tournament.”