I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, swing to the work, we must - just two as we are - if we hope to make some headway. The worst cowards, banded together, have their power, but you and I have got the skill to fight their best.

We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms