“I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.” LittlesStillsLostAirSweetPrideCaughtHillsStemModestToesCurvesBudSobbingCoolingTaperingGoldfinches Book:Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard
“Me personally, I'm a guy who it took a long time to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing. I relate to a lot of that finding oneself a little later in the game, or being thrown a curve later in the game.” LittlesLongGuyGamesFiguresFindingsLong TimeOneselfSupposed To BeRelateThrownCurvesFinding Oneself Author:Kurt Sutter