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. – Gaston Bachelard
I always preferred to hang out with the outcasts, cause they were cooler they had better taste in music, for one thing, I guess because they had more time to develop one with the lack of social interaction they had! – John Hughes