Oh, if I had only known then what I know now, I would have stopped it last year when I was still young.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
They're not particular about whether you're playing a flatted fifth or a ruptured 129th as long as they can dance to it.

