The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.

Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.

Try again. Fail again. Try better.

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

I shall die tepid, without enthusiasm.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

I don't like animals. It's a strange thing, I don't like men and I don't like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

Spend the years of learning squandering
Courage for the years of wandering
Through a world politely turning
From the loutishness of learning.

Henry: I usen't to need anyone, just to myself, stories, there was a great one about an old fellow called Bolton, I never finished it, I never finished any of them, I never finished anything, everything always went on for ever. (Pause.).

People are bloody ignorant apes.

We are all born crazy. Some of us remain that way.

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

It's a rare thing not to have been bonny -- once.

Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!