“Drink and dance and laugh and lie,Love, the reeling midnight through,For tomorrow we shall die!(But, alas, we never do.)”
“Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.”
“All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by.”
“But it is never over;nothing ends until we want it to.Look, in shattered midnights,On black ice under silver trees,We are still dancing, dancing.”
“If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”
“One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.”