This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all. – Lord Byron
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer. – Lord Byron
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. – Lord Byron
My greatest fear is feeling like a professional novelist. Somebody who creates characters, who sits down and has pieces of paper taped to the wall – whats going to happen in this scene, or this act. What I like is for it to be a much more scary, sloppy reflection of who I am. – Jonathan Safran Foer