"The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet."
— William Gibson

"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
— Mahatma Gandhi

"Three in the morning.
Making yourself a cup of coffee in the dark, using a flashlight when you pour the boiling water."
— William Gibson

"Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth."
— Mark Twain

"APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."
— T.S. Eliot

"Stand high long enough and your lightning will come."
— William Gibson

"Summer afternoon... to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."
— Henry James

"If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything."
— Mark Twain

"Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense muscles, a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your teeth. Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life."
— Joan Lunden

"Great people talk about ideas. Small people talk about other people"
— Tobias S. Gibson

"And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
"
— Dylan Thomas