Peter

“But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,--
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.”
― William Shakespeare

“The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.”
― Elvis Costello

“And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.”
― Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

“Desire has no history...”
― Susan Sontag, On Photography