"‘And in the end you shall receive of me, nothing—save one long caress as of a great river passing forever upon your sweet corse.’ De Soto’s men, fearful that the Indians would discover by their leader’s death that he was not the god they thought him to be, cased him like a nut in a hollowed cottonwood log and dumped him into the river, where he perhaps became a snag, became a towhead, became an island midstream and then was duly washed away to the Gulf, detritus of conquest, discoverer dissolved by the flood he discovered, as are we all. No man steps twice into the same river. Not even his own."
"It must be realized that men are driven to their fates by the quality of their beliefs."
William Carlos Williams
"Would you rather die, or poop in public?"
Child between the ages of 6 and 8 in New York City, New York 2012