The moment of a miracle is unending lightning.

Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.

... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion.

This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the bud that forks her eye.

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.