“The sky is full of silver and gold./ Try to hide the sun./ It can't be done./ Least not for long.”

“come on mama, let's rent us a boatsail down that gibraltar moatshed a tear every time we pass tangier”

“Well I was born a rambler friends, and I intend to die that way. It could be twenty years from now it could be most any day. But if there ain't no whiskey and wimen lord behind those heavenly doors, I'm gonna take my chances down below and of that you can be sure.”

“If it can't be done in bed, it's not worth doing.”

“You can't dwell on what might have been...and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.”

“If you want your place in the sun you've got put up with a few blisters.”

“The cure for him would be to take a good long look at some potato plants, which have lately had such a deep and distinctive colour and tone, instead of driving himself mad looking at pieces of yellow satin and gold leather.”