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.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.

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.

Hands have not tears to flow.