Rita

“Wait or me where the trees clear and the water's sweet. I'll come to ye, ay, as sure as dawn makes shadows run west.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“If ever they did shoot her, she would probably stand there protesting, ”
― Thomas Keneally

“A murderer and a villain; a slave that is not twentieth part the tithe of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; a cutpurse of the empire and the rule”
― Shakespeare

“Not that I think you did not love your father; ut that I know love is begun by time; and that I see, in passages of proof, time quilifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the ery flame of love a kind of wick or snuff that will abate it; and nothing is at a like goodness still; for goodnes, growing to a plurisy, dies in his own too much: that we would do, we should do when we would; for this "would" changes and hath abatements and delays as many as tere are tongues, are hands, are accidents; and then this "should" is like a spendthrift sigh, that hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer: what would you undertake, to show yourself your father's son in deed more than in words?”
― Shakespeare