i am fond of William Shakespeare . he is among a few authors whose book I started reading back in 2000s when I was 10 .
With so many amazing memories , all of the characters used to come in my dreams .
the way william used to write , making sense out of it was quite challenging at times .
some amazing lines from
 merchant of venice 

Ant.

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me;
you say it wearies you;

But how I caught it, found it, or came by it
,
What stuff ’tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;

And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,

That I have much ado to know myself.

even now making absolute sense out of this is maddening .
but guess what , what doesn't kills you , makes you stronger ;)