Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
An alcoholic is someone you don’t like who drinks as much as you do.
After the first death, there is no other.
I’ve just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that’s the record.
When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.
He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.