Quote by Philip Larkin Download Open image ““They both rise / Make for the Coke dispenser. 'What's he like? / Christ, I just told you.”” — Philip Larkin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I open it so he has no choice. At the crack of the top and the sound of the fizz he winces like one… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“The first snort of coke, the first taste of a woman, the first sip of scotch: every high is different, but somehow the same.” — Reed Farrel Coleman Copy Share Image
“I once bought my producer a case of Mountain Dew, his favorite soda, as a thank you for all he'd done for me. He… — John Bennardo Copy Share Image
“It's Coke, my man. You really think I'm going to let you pour any more alcohol into your body tonight?” — Jason Jack Miller Copy Share Image
“When the waitress came to take our order, I ordered an ice-cold Coke. Guzzling it down in no time flat, I was left with… — Scott Wallace Copy Share Image
“She came back with a can of Coke and a can of Diet Coke, and handed me the nonvile one.” — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“In the South,” he said, “they call everything a Coke. So if you say you want a Coke, you then have to specify if you want a Pepsi Coke, or a Coke Coke.” “What” — Anne Frasier Copy Share
“Lonny finishes his drink and stands. “So what’s our plan?” “You don’t have to go,” I tell him, shrugging out of Carmindor’s jacket. “I’m… — Ashley Poston Copy Share Image
“I just wish I had something stronger than Pepsi in the car that night!” *” — Ryan Sprague Copy Share Image
“He smiles and I smile and we take long beautiful sips on our cokes.” — Kerem Mermutlu Copy Share Image
“[M]y Coke hit the floor with a metallic clink, so much like the sound of a bullet casing being dropped.” — Mira Grant Copy Share Image
Only one ship is seeking us, a black-Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her backA huge and birdless silence. In her wakeNo waters breed or break. — Philip Larkin Copy Share
And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing,… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff Up at the holy end; the small neat organ; And a tense, musty, unignorable silence, Brewed God knows how long. Hatless, I take… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
Life is first boredom, then fear. Whether or not we use it, it goes, And leaves what something hidden from us chose, age, and… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“It never worked for me. Something to do with violence A long way back, and wrong rewards, And arrogant eternity.” — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Seriously, I think it is a grave fault in life that so much time is wasted in social matters, because it not only takes up time when you might be doing individual private things, but it prevents you storing up the psychic energy that can then be released to create art or whatever it is. It's terrible the way we… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.” — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“I sit in my room like Miss Havisham, about whom I have been reading this week. Better the Dickens you know than the Dickens you don't know - on the whole I enjoyed it. But I should like to say something about this 'irrepressible vitality', this 'throwing a fresh handful of characters on the fire when it burns low', in… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“When I throw back my head and howl People (women mostly) say But you've always done what you want, You always get your way - A perfectly vile and foul Inversion of all that's been. What the old ratbags mean Is I've never done what I don't. So the shit in the shuttered chateau Who does his five hundred words… — Philip Larkin Copy Share