If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.
William S. Burroughs
Even the most solid of things, and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand-shadows on the wall. Empty space and points of light.
Jeanette Winterson, Sexing The Cherry
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass

Ezra Pound