You’re too much of a bitch to go gently into that good night.”
“You should put that on a greeting card.

Let's bring it up to date with some snappy nineteenth century dialogue

I like snappy dialogue and short descriptions and lots of action.

I suppose each of us has his own fantasy of how he wants to die. I would like to go out in a blaze of glory, myself, or maybe simply disappear someday, far out in the heart of the wilderness I love, all by myself, alone with the Universe and whatever God may happen to be looking on. Disappear - and never return. That's my fantasy.

I consider plot a necessary intrusion on what I really want to do, which is write snappy dialogue.

They worried to an excessive degree about getting gender correct, as if elves gave a shit. Humans could keep their concerns about everyone’s genitalia to themselves.