As a child our father took us to the "edge of the world" often. We lived on a country uphill dirt road with only 3 close neighbors. The road ended at a wooded ravine, which my father called the "edge of the world". It was scary, exciting, exhilarating, we loved it. My experiences on the '"edge of the world", or the "edge of the needle" continue.
-the tales we tell ourselves about ourselves become our lives
- Megan McCafferty (Fouth Comings)
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."- Mark Twain
“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” - Jane Austen