Robert Weaver

“Her father used to say that their corner of the isles was once the land of warriors and plentiful earth, of abbeys and rivers and lowing Freisians. It was a land of mystery and darkness and bonfires that burst with embers into the night. But the bonfires had indeed dwindled, the nights grew ever darker; sacred sites were replaced by factories, and the wounds in the inhabitants’ breasts lingered unhealed.”
― Robert Weaver

“First say to yourself what you would be;
and then do what you have to do.”
― Epictetus