Ross Howard

“Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“My daddy used to tell me not to chew on something that was eatin you.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men