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• Old Math majors don't die, they decompose to a specific, mathmatically determined formula.
• Old mercenaries never die. They just go to hell and regroup.
• Bye, bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
  Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye, sayin' 'This will be the day that I die....
• Old habits die hard.
• die horribly v. The software equivalent of crash and burn, and the preferred emphatic form of
• An old cloak makes a new jerkin. -- Age-old English Proverb
• The feeling persists that no one can simultaneously be a respectable writer and understand how a refrigerator works, just as no gentleman wears a brown suit in the city.
  Colleges may be to blame. English majors are encouraged, I know, to hate chemistry and physics, and to be proud because they are not dull and creepy and humorless and war-oriented like the engineers across the quad....
• In the fields of Hell where the grass grows high Are the graves of dreams allowed to die.
• When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is. -- A. Rand