"The answer is what the answer always is, that we are animals, that at the end we turn on each other, tearing each other apart. To survive. Throw Lubov to the men in the guard shack like a scrap of meat to a pack of wolves... why not, it is for survival. Fight, kill each other, over the warmth of the stove? Of course - it is survival. I refuse to survive. But I will live."

"Spending the day with you has been marginally better than watching mother die of cancer."

"No offense to your father, Jim, but let's face it—the man's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Moldering in the ground, being eaten by worms, and...what's that kind of fly that lays its eggs in rotting meat? You know the ones, little white maggots wriggling everywhere. Those."

"Don't cook that chicken - it still has feathers."

"I said I'd make ye a man, Jim - but damme if ye didn't go and do it behind my back when I were watching elsewhere."

"Every battle, every war - is fought for things worth dying for."

"You know they're all gay, right? … Male strippers. Fruity as cake. Queer as a cardinal."

"Get me a drink, or I'll tell you I love you. I'll wake you up in an hour or two, crooning, all sloppy and maudlin, tell you I love you really. You'd like that, right? Hearing Momma tell you she loves you? Isn't that what you want, deep inside?"

"The only thing that matters is what you do now, here."

"You'll find, young Jim, that there are two measures of a man. Only two. What he will die for...and what he will kill for. You made your choice aboard the Hispaniola."

"What about what he lives for, Squire? Isn't that the true measure of a man, what he lives for?"

"I thought I would try my hand at sailing. It was too small and kept sinking, so I decided to try a boat instead."

"The waves round the horn will toss us to and fro, to and fro like a rubber duckie in the bathtub of an angry God."

"A servant is the true reflection of his master."

"One of those monstrosities that nature so cruelly inflicts upon her world, like a two headed calf or a servant with ginger eyebrows."

"Don’t be afraid, my Lord. My father always says that fear is the devil’s hairbrush, although no one knows quite what he means by it."

"I hate whales. I hate them. I can’t stand those stupid, blubbery, floating around, self-indulgent smug-faced krill-eating fat jerks with all their sycophantic hippie save-the- planet peacenik eco-terrorist generation X-er groupies. Greenpeace? Get a job!"

"Marriage is the safe harbor men proffer from a tempest they themselves conjure into creation."

"One cannot restrain a dancing cow."

"And Spaniards and Dutchmen, and Frenchmen and such men, As foemen did curse them, the bowmen of England! No other land could nurse them But their motherland, Old England! And on her broad bosom did they ever thrive!"

"Nothing that the law-makers or the law-breakers or the MCC or the Board of Control or any conferences or county committees or pressmen or captains or players can do to it or have done to it over the years - nothing can affect cricket's basic worth or irresistible attraction."

"The Candy Man can"

"In my heart she's my kind of girl."

"I wasted my youth on Wisden."

"What kind of fool am I? I never fell in love."

"What I really hate about cricket is, it's such a damned good game."

"And one's passions are so random and unreliable - cricket scores one minute, Swinburne the next."

"The first gentleman of person and wit I think I ever saw."

"Make my breast Transparent as pure crystal, that the world, Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought My heart holds."

"A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse."

"Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well."

"Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a mine near too be dig'd."

"I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do, because I dare."

"There are few have Dana's fortune, to have God and gold togather."

"He had no principles of religion, virtue, or friendship. Pleasure, frolic, or extravagant diversion, was all that he laid to heart. He was true to nothing, for he was not true to himself."

"Ay, now the Plot thickens very much upon us."

"What a Devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things?"

"The blackest Ink of Fate, sure, was my Lot, And, when she writ my Name, she made a blot."

"Why, Sir, when I have anything to invent, I never trouble my head about it, as other men do; but presently turn over this Book, and there I have, at one view, all that Perseus, Montaigne, Seneca's Tragedies, Horace, Juvenal, Claudian, Pliny, Plutarch's lives, and the rest, have ever thought upon this subject: and so, in a trice, by leaving out a few words, or putting in others of my own, the business is done."

"A Lady that was drown'd at Sea, and had a wave for her Winding sheet."

"All these threatening storms, which, like impregnate Clouds, hover o'er our heads, will (when they once are grasp'd but by the eye of reason) melt into fruitful showers of blessings on the people."

"A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon. … Beggar'd by fools, whom still he found too late, He had his jest, but they had his estate."

"Methinks, I see the wanton houres flee, And as they passe, turne back and laugh at me."

"O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions — Time!"

"The world's a wood, in which all lose their way, Though by a different path each goes astray."

"The world is made up, for the most part, of fools and knaves, both irreconcileable foes to truth."

"She that would raise a noble love must find Ways to beget a passion for her mind; She must be that which she to the world would seem, For all true love is grounded on esteem: Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart Than all the crooked subtleties of art."

"We might well call this short Mock-play of ours A Posie made of Weeds instead of Flowers; Yet such have been presented to your noses, And there are such, I fear, who thought 'em Roses."