A Quote by Eddie Rickenbacker

I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know. — © Eddie Rickenbacker
I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know.
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.
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).
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.)
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.
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 am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.
You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.
You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!
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.
I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.
Life is a copiously branching bush, continually pruned by the grim reaper of extinction, not a ladder of predictable progress.
People suffer all their life long, under the foolish superstition that they can be cheated. But it is impossible for a person to be cheated by anyone but himself.
And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean.” Thanatos swung around. “Death.” Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?” He snorted. “That poser.
It feels like getting a back massage from the Grim Reaper: one must get comfortable with the most horrifying things in the world.
Handsome enough' is this Grim Reaper, Who can snuff all these 'brief candles,' every fluttering soul sucking the air, from this hall" -The Vampire Lestat
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