“I thought you were dead,” she went on. “I saw you fall down, and—I thought you were dead.”

“When I saw you fall…"
"You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.”

“Truscott: Why aren't you both at the funeral? I thought you were mourners.
Fay: We decided not to go. We were afraid we might break down.
Truscott: That's a selfish attitude to take. The dead can't bury themselves, you know.”

“I know you're no worse than most men but I thought you were better. I never saw you as a man. I saw you as my father.”

“Years ago, there was a rumor going around that I was dead because I was working in Ireland. Once I got back, people who seemed very upset would come up to me and say, «We thought you were dead!»”

“I’m talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen.”
“I thought your mother was dead.”
“She is.”
“You have a very low standard for communication.”

“I thought you were dead."
Magnus smiled crookedly. "What, from that scratch?" He glanced down at the reddening jacket in Alec's hand. "Okay, a deep scratch. Like, from a really, really big cat.”

“By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led:
But as I went through Patrick Street the hopes and prophecies were dead.
The hopes and prophecies were dead: they could not blossom where the feet
Walked amid rottenness, or where the brawling shouters stamped the street.”

“I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.”

“The only good Indians I ever saw were dead.”