"That wasn't the plan. The plan was night of endless conquests and roads paved in gold. The plan was not to wake up in a hotel room alone, in love, getting on the first plane home." -The Very Thought of You

My poverty, but not my will consents
I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
  - F. Scott Fitzgerald