Here in Beacon, I feel like this was the worst year yet. The entire town, like a lot of winter towns, just kind of holed up in the winter.

Though men determine, the gods doo dispose: and oft times many things fall out betweene the cup and the lip.

If you are worried about what others might think and about how your position in the group might be jeopardized, then you will never really create anything.

If you're really driven and you want something deep, hard enough in life, you're going to get it.

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.

When there are no other options, people fight harder. If the choice is life or death they have nothing to lose.

The need for certainty is the greatest disease the Mind faces