I am in the Pitte, but I have gone so deep that I can see the brightness of the Starres at Noon
HawksmoorI wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for the people I had met and the people I had lost.
November SnowI am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today.
Odysseya: An Epic Journey from Russia to AustraliaI know that I am a small, weak man, but I have amassed a large library; I dream of dangerous places.
Snuff