Thus, Marlowe posed the silent question: could aspiring Icarus be happy with a toilsome life on land managing a plough with plodding oxen having once tasted the weightless bliss of flight?

To be, or not to be: what a question!

... the lofty mind of man can be imprisoned by the artifices of its own making.

(Marlowe's) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a 'place' invented by men.

When we change our thoughts, we will change our experiences.

Accept that you will not always deal with situations with polished sophistication but trust that you have the power and exercise the will to improve how you cope.

Life sucks. Hard. I don’t care how melodramatic that sounds, it’s the truth and I’m living it.

Walls turned sideways are bridges.

If we try and fail, we have temporary disappointments. But if we do not try at all, we have permanent regrets.

No more free steps to heaven.

We're all in this together - when one writer succeeds, all writers succeed. I love discovering new authors. I think we need to take care of each other and talk about craft and nurture talent.

I really did not feel okay about any of this, and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven...

This life is a tremendous assertion of freedom