Lyndsey

“Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

“Still clutching each other by the arm, they turned to watch the last stones plummet over the edge.

“I don't know how many times a day I can stand to watch you almost die,” Seregil gasped.

“Twice is my limit,” croaked Alec, sinking to his knees.”
― Lynn Flewelling, Luck in the Shadows

“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Sacred Wood

“O God, make me good, but not yet.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited