“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”
Jack Kerouac (1922–1969) American writer
Source: On the Road: the Original Scroll
Andrew Pierce, "Boris on a roll", The Times, 29 April 2005, p. 40.
When asked by The Oxford Student whether he sees anyone amongst his younger colleagues who would one day replace Howard.
2000s, 2005
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”
Jack Kerouac (1922–1969) American writer
Source: On the Road: the Original Scroll
Christopher Lloyd (1938) American actor
Christopher Lloyd Interview http://www.startrek.com/article/christopher-lloyd-interview (October 22, 2010)
“I am an old man, I just happen to be an old man that can fight.”
Bernard Hopkins (1965) American boxer
As quoted at "Calzaghe nicks round one" at BBC Sport (8 February 2008) http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/606/A32124377 <br class="br">2000s, 2008
“I'm a ROLLS-ROYCE! A MAN-EATING ROLLS-ROYCE!”
Taubie Kushlick (1910–1991) South African actor and director
Sunday Times interview (1980s)
Dril Twitter user
[ Link to tweet https://twitter.com/dril/status/546030220491628544] <br class="br">Tweets by year, 2014
“Out from the heart of Nature rolled
The burdens of the Bible old.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882) American philosopher, essayist, and poet
St. 2 <br class="br">1840s, Poems (1847), The Problem http://www.emersoncentral.com/poems/problem.htm
“I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965) 20th century English author
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
Context: I grow old … I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.