A Quote by Eddie Rickenbacker

I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know, and I'll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me. — © Eddie Rickenbacker
I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know, and I'll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me.
I'll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me.
I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know.
A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
The Grim Reaper, Gloria corrected herself - if anyone deserved capital letters it was surely Death. Gloria would rather like to be the Grim Reaper. She wouldn't necessarily be grim, she suspected she would be quite cheerful (Come along now, don't make such a fuss).
In the first book of my Discworld series, published more than 26 years ago, I introduced Death as a character; there was nothing particularly new about this - death has featured in art and literature since medieval times, and for centuries we have had a fascination with the Grim Reaper.
There is a higher law affecting our relation to pines as well as to men. A pine cut down, a dead pine, is no more a pine than a dead human carcass is a man.
Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.
I have a box inside me now that never used to exist. I never needed it before. It's down in my deepest, darkest corner, and it's airtight, soundproofed and padlocked. It's where I keep the thoughts I don't know what to do with, that could get me into trouble. Eating Unseelie hammers on the inside of that lid incessantly. I try to keep kissing Barrons in that box, too, but it gets out sometimes.
I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
My name is Cassie Palmer and I’ve cheated death more times than anyone has a right to expect. In the last two months, I’ve been shot, stabbed, beaten and blown up a few dozen times, and that doesn’t count all the magical ways I’ve almost been killed. I’d have been dead a long time ago if not for my friends, one of whom had just jumped off the cliff after me. I’d have been a lot more appreciative if he hadn’t pushed me first.
If you don't have humour, then you may as well nail the coffin lid down now.
I'll fight anyone; I don't hide from anyone. I don't try to get easy fights. I don't sit down and wait. I want to be busy, and I will fight anyone put in front of me.
My friend... used to tease me about a tattoo I had right here, but it was so big, and what he was teasing me about - he said it looked like a flying monkey. It's supposed to have been a grim reaper holding a ball. But it did look like a monkey.
It feels like getting a back massage from the Grim Reaper: one must get comfortable with the most horrifying things in the world.
The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.
You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!
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