Hate and love were both conceived in fear, perhaps that was why they were nearly the same thing, but only one was steeped in hope. - D. Morgenstern
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. - Pablo Neruda
Oh, Lord, why was she doomed to adore a man steeped in blindness and utter stupidity? - V.S. Carnes