“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”

“Wild nights are my glory!”

“Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a heart in port –
Done with the compass –
Done with the chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the sea!
Might I moor – Tonight –
In thee!”

“While yonder, wild and blue,
the wild blue yonder looms.
'Till we are wracked with rheum,
by roads, by songs entombed.”

“The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.”

“You're dying to spend a night with me in the Palace of Wisdom. (to Kelly Kelly)”

“And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.”

“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

“Even at the end of the road, read the first sentence, there is a road. Even at the end of the road, a new road stretches out, endless and open, a road that may lead anywhere. To him who will find it, there is always a road.”

“Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road
late at night.”