How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.

Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

But he had hardly felt the absurdity of those things, on the one hand, and the necessity of those others, on the other, (for it is rare that the feeling of absurdity is not followed by the feeling of necessity), when he felt the absurdity of those things of which he had just felt the necessity (for it is rare that the feeling of necessity is not followed by the feeling of absurdity.)

And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back.

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.