-"How prosaic - stilled, scorched sands. Long forgotten are the glints of white, foolishly scattered like seeds to the vacant face of a starved earth Long are the nights that mimic the day, and deafening the winds, which uproot with ease, hollowed heavens and the ghosts to which they're fettered" -Scott Hale -"Get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened." -Elizabethtown How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd. Do what you love and fuck the rest.