Over the mountains of the moon, down the valley of the shadow. Ride, boldly ride, the shade replied, in search of El Dorado.
(Leigh Brackett (1915-1978), U.S. screenwriter, and From The Novel The St. Howard Hawks. Mississippi/Alan Bourdillon Traherne (James Caan), El Dorado, line of poetry that Mississippi recites throughout the film (1966).
The dialogue is based on the poem "Eldorado," by Edgar Allen Poe.)
When I was a kid I used to tell myself the moon was a silver gong and if I could climb high enough to beat on it with both hands all my wishes would come true.
(John Dos Passos (1896-1970), U.S. novelist, poet, playwright, painter. Originally performed as The Moon Is A Gong in 1925 by the Harvard Dramatic Club. Tom in The Garbage Man, pt. 2, sc. 1, Three Plays, Harcourt, Brace and Company (1934).)
We carry adolescence around in our bodies all our lives. We get through the Car Crash Age alive and cruise through our early twenties as cool dudes, wily, dashing, winsome . . . shooting baskets, the breeze, the moon, and then we try to become caring men, good husbands, great fathers, good citizens.
(Garrison Keillor (20th century), U.S. humorist and author. The Book of Guys, introduction (1993).)
Although sleep pressed upon my closing eyelids, and the moon, on her horses, blushed in the middle of the sky, nevertheless I could not leave off watching your play; there was too much fire in your two voices.
(Propertius Sextus (c. 50-16 B.C.), Roman elegist. Oxford Classical Text, I.10. 7-10.)