Press close bare-bosomed night — press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds! night of the large few stars! Still nodding night! mad naked summer night. – Walt Whitman
A plague on eminence! I hardly dare cross the street anymore without a convoy, and I am stared at wherever I go like an idiot member of a royal family or an animal in a zoo and zoo animals have been known to die from stares. – Igor Stravinsky
