Highlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies.
Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, " he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it?
I have something to say: it's better to burn out, than to fade away.
The Highlanders regale themselves with whisky. They find it an excellent preservation against the winter cold. It is given with great success to the infants in the confluent smallpox.
It's better to burn out than fade away.
A miserable, self-destructive, death rocker...better to burn out than to fade away.