From the end of 'Mad Tea Party', a SM fic by His Lordship Chaos:
I want but one epitaph when my time upon this
planet finds itself expired. No name of who I
was. No record of when I was. No grand speech
or witty rhetoric to trivialise the life that
was once one I called my own. I want but a
simple epitaph.
And it will say: here lies a man who sought
out his dreams, and found them.
Seems to fit writers in general.
I want but one epitaph when my time upon this
planet finds itself expired. No name of who I
was. No record of when I was. No grand speech
or witty rhetoric to trivialise the life that
was once one I called my own. I want but a
simple epitaph.
And it will say: here lies a man who sought
out his dreams, and found them.
Seems to fit writers in general.