Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.

Leute, die jederzeit zu sterben meinen, leben lang!

The drama of life begins with a wail and ends with a sigh.

You've got to learn your instrument. Then, you practice, practice, practice. And then, when you finally get up there on the bandstand, forget all that and just wail.

This novel is not to be tossed lightly aside, but to be hurled with great force.

He has a capacity for enjoyment so vast that he gives away great chunks to those about him, and never even misses them. . . . He can take you to a bicycle race and make it raise your hair.