Daniel

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Some stories, you use up. Others use you up.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted

“First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.”
― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”
― Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca