No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever. — Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores. (Vintage; Reprint edition, November 14, 2006)
WISHES left on your lips The mark of their wings. Regrets fly kites in your eyes. — Carl Sandburg, “Wistful,” Smoke and Steel. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, December 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 1960.