by aurumlupus » Sun Oct 28, 2012 4:15 pm
Sev sighed. "I have no idea who I am, where I am, or what's going on, besides that I seemed to have pissed off a bunch of angels."
"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."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."