The only time I walk out on singin' is when there's muckin' about and youse don't take it serious.

I can’t expect two youngsters like you to find it much fun talking to an old buffer like me.

Everyone just put their goddamn heads together and zoned. (Byron Coley, liner notes for the album Piece for Jetsun Dolma by Thurston Moore)

[…] they stood in the region of perpetual snow, amidst the glittering, treacherous glaciers and crevasses, with vast slippery-pathed precipices yawning round.