To her livid brow, rounded like a half-moon, clung a peculiarly clammy algaeic or fungoid substitute for hair. Beneath it a transparent mask of horizontal shadow was penetrated by the eyes of an hypnosis, flat disks of smoked mirror, having the selfsame semblance of looking into and out of oneself as her creator.
― Mina Loy, Insel
It might be better for you to come out from under your might-have-beens, into the winds of the world.
― John Steinbeck