I dreamt of so many good things happening for me here.
Now, there is nothing. Everything is finished, gone.

—Cheng Chao-an,
Tang Shan da Xiong/Fists of Fury

Bunting nodded. Continued to stare into space. Not
wanting to look at Janza now or anybody or anything.
Staring into the future, next year, beyond. Him, Bunting,
in command of the entire school. Stooges at his beck
and call. An army at his disposal. No rules except for
those he made up. The boss. More than that. Like a
dictator, for crissake.
Beautiful.

—Robert Cormier,
Beyond the Chocolate War

'Tis gone!
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.

—William Shakespeare,
Hamlet, Act I, Scene i