Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.
All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.
And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
He says the best way out is always through. / And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through