Chris Gager

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.”
― Haruki Marukami