Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rage at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

“I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last—the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.”

“Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.”

“I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.”

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“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”

“At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.”

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”

“I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”

“First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.”

“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

“Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”