Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in fire in the phantasmal garden of a witch. – G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, “The Glory of Grey”
You put a song on the record or on tape and you stop singing it. You just dont sit around and sing it anymore unless youre performing. Thats kind of sad. – Rick Danko
