But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity. – Sir Thomas Browne
You know what I really love? The CD players in a car. How when you put the CD right up by the slot, it actually takes it out of your hand, like its hungry. It pulls it in, and you feel like it wants more silver discs. – Tom Waits
