“I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.”
“I wish...I wish I were dead...”“And what use would that be to anyone?”
“I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.”
“I wish we were alone,” he says.“I almost always wish that,” I say.”
“At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.”
“Hell must be like... reminiscing about the good old days when we wished we were dead.”