Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die.

The name would die with him, die as Tyrsis and her people died.

I am the last of my line, and my name dies with me.

Many names are too irate to care any more whether Lloyd's lives or dies.

Now Julian Skye was the last of his line, and when he died the name would die with him.

But a good administrator's name dies with his passage from power.

The fifth time he said that name, the wind died.

The name will not die out of the memories of this generation.

I think the name should have died with the real Napster anyway.

I had thought to let his name die.