Hamlet

To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream -- ay there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. ~William Shakespeare

All Men Are Mortal

In the morning, after I had passed through the postern, I looked back upon the rock bristling with its high towers, the rock that had for so long been the heart of the earth for me. Now, it was only a minuscule particle in that vast conglomeration, the Holy Roman Empire. The earth had no... Continue Reading →

The Great Gatsby

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter-tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...And one fine morning- So we beat on, boats against current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald

Eleanor and Park

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something. ~Rainbow Rowell

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