- from neil gaiman's "cold colors":
"...someday I'll find my tube train underground, I'll pay no fare, just, "This is Hell, and I want out of it," and then things will be simple once again."
- from joanna newsom's "clam, crab, cockle, cowrie":
"there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road... i do as i please and i'm on my knees and your skin is something that i stir into my tea and i am watchin...