Cold beer is bottled God.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.

Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.