“ The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible. Barbara T. Cerny
“ All causes shall give way: I am in bloodStepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o’er. William Shakespeare
“ The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. William Shakespeare
“ It was sort of like , thought Fat Charlie, an hour later; in fact, if the witches in had been four little old ladies and if, instead of stirring cauldrons and intoning dread incantations, they had ju… Neil Gaiman
