As time passes, the cast and crew go the way of all flesh, though their celluloid echoes remain--walking, talking, fighting, fucking. After enough time, every person you see onscreen will have died, transformed through the magic of cinema into a collection of visible memories: light on a screen, pixels on a videotape, information on a DVD. We bring them back every time we start a movie, and they live again, reflected in our eyes. It's a cruel sort of immortality, I guess, though it probably beats the alternative. . Gemma Files
Nothing but truth is immortal.
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Robert G. Ingersoll
‎I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that is the only way of insuring one's immortality.
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James Joyce
The physical world we live in is just the beginning.
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Doug Dillon
Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.
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Dalai Lama Xiv
Men's lives are short. The hard man and his cruelties will be Cursed behind his back and mocked in death. But one whose heart and ways are kind - of himstrangers will bear report to the whole wide world, and distant men will praise him.-...
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Robert Fitzgerald
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