At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window. – Rumi
The image is where you have dinner at night, who youre seeing. Its what car you drive and how you dress. People in the industry sell that, and it creates a dream. Theres nothing else. – Elle Macpherson
What compels you to stare, night after night, at all the glittering hokum that has been deliberately put together for you? – J.B. Priestley, about Americans
