Jacob

“You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in the road.”
― Richard Price

“What is hell? Hell is oneself.
Hell is alone, the other figures in it
Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from
And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.”
― T.S. Eliot

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

“There is no expedient to which a man will not resort to avoid the real labor of thinking.”
― Sir Joshua Reynolds