Kurt

“Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!”
― William Shakespeare, Henry V

“I began composing the next poem, the one that was to be written next. Not the last poem of those I had read, but the poem written in the head of someone who may never have existed but who had certainly written another poem nonetheless, and just never had the chance to commit it to ink and the page.”
― Steve Erickson, Rubicon Beach

“Greed nibbled every man, and strict “rules” could be bent if opportunity walked past and winked suggestively enough. Mat”
― Robert Jordan, The Gathering Storm