“I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour. I want to cross one last finish line as my wife and my ten children applaud, and then I want to lie down in a field of those famous French sunflowers and gracefully expire, the perfect contradiction to my once anticipated poignant early demise.” WantYearsChildrenLastsLyingDiesStarsHoursLinesPerfectWifeFieldsTenHundredCrossesMy WifeMilesContradictionTexasFlagsBicycleDescentWanting To DieDemiseHelmetPoignantFinish LineSunflowerAmerican FlagI Want To DieAlpine Author:Lance Armstrong
“What the reporters are like! They are mad with excitement at the thought of my approaching demise. Kind Sister Farquhar, my nurse, spends much of her time in throwing them downstairs. But one got in the other day, and asked me if I mind the fact that I must die.” IfsMindKindFactsDiesMadJournalismExcitementThrowingNurseReportersDemise Book:Selected Letters Source: Selected Letters
“I am about to die. It is September 11, and every cell in my body is acutely aware of my looming demise. The certainty of it. The inevitability. Not years from now, not weeks nor days. Moments.” YearsMomentsBodyDiesWeekCertaintyCellsSeptemberSeptember 11InevitabilityDemiseLooming Book:Machine Learning: New and Collected Stories Source: Machine Learning: New and Collected Stories