Do not go gentle into that good night Old age should burn and rave at close of day Rage rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman within me.

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

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.

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

Love is the last light spoken.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

The chaos of their voices registers as a single, overwhelming force cutting off her ability to reason, and all she wants is to get as far away from people as possible.

The character of instrumental music... lets the emotions radiate and shine in their own character without presuming to display them as real or imaginary representations.

The years I raced in were fantastic. There was so much change in the cars. We went from treaded tyres to no wings right through to slicks to enormous wings.

For the love of god, find something actually socially useful to do with your money. Because if you don't, socialism's going to start looking a lot better to a whole lot of people.

It's very hard to have lived through the Sixties and not be political.

Learn how to let go and say a good good-bye.

I learned about life before I went into the theater, which is why I've been so happy. I was a soldier.

The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.

Maybe she, like me, would have loved the tiny details and inconveniences even more dearly than the wonders, because they are the things that prove you belong.

I always find that I'm at my best,' Eric said leadingly, 'when I'm at my worst.