Cold beer is bottled God.

Oh, I'm a martyr to music.

Come on up, boys -I'm dead.

To begin, at the beginning.

Hands have not tears to flow.

Love is the last light spoken.

I sang in my chains like the sea

Rage, rage against the dying light

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Join the army and see the next world.

Seventeen whiskeys. A record, I think.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!

[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.

A good poem is a contribution to reality.

Poetry is what makes my toenails twinkle.

After the first death, there is no other.

Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?

But time has set its maggot on their track.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

The moment of a miracle is unending lightning.

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

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

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.

Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels.

Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.

And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.

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

Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.

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

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why.

I said some words to the close and holy darkness and then I slept.

Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name.

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

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

I like to think of poetry as statements made on the way to the grave.

There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

And on seesaw Sunday nights, I'd woo who ever I would with my wicked eye!

There is only one po- sition for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright.

I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower drives my green age.

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

A truly comic, invented world must live at the same time as the world we live in.

All world was one, one windy nothing, My world was christened in a stream of milk.

Do not go gentle into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day.

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