“Night is mine, together with a substantial part of the future.”

“Just A Dream LyricsI was thinkin about herthinkin about methinkin about uswhat we gunna beopen my eyes...it was only just a dreamso i travel back down that roadwish you come backno one knowsi realize, it was only just a dreami was at the topnow its like i'm in the basementnumber 1 spotnow shes finding a replacementi swear now i cant take itknowing somebodys got my babynow you wait around, baby i cant thinki should put it down, shoulda got that ringcuz i can still feel it in the airsee your pretty facerun my fingers through her hairmy lovemy lifemy shawtymy wifeshe left me, i'm tightcuz i knew that it just aint righti was thinkin about herthinkin about methinkin about uswhere we gunna beopen my eyes...it was only just a dreamso i travel back down that roadwish you come backno one knowsi realize, it was only just a dreamand i be ridinand i swear i see your face and every timei try to get my usher on but i cant let it burnand i just hope that she notice she the only one i yearn forno more sooner will i learndidn't give her all my lovei guess now i got my paybacknow i'm in the club thinking all about my babyheyshe was so easy to lovebut wait, i guess that love wasnt enoughi'm goin through it every time that i'm alonenow i'm wishing she would just pick up the phonebut she made a decision that she wanted to move oncuz i was wrongi was thinkin about herthinkin about methinkin about uswhere we gunna beopen my eyes...it was only just a dreamso i travel back down that roadwish you come backno one knowsi realize, it was only just a dreamif you ever loved somebody put your hands up x2and now theyre gone and you wish you could give them everything (x2)i was thinkin about herthinkin about methinkin about uswhere we gunna beopen my eyes...it was only just a dreamso i travel back down that roadwish you come backno one knowsi realize, it was only just a dream”

“Lifes strange ,times change, but karma always finds the way. Stay strong, hold on. Don’t let all your dreams fade away. Yeah life can beat you down, what goes it comes around It’s not how you hit the ground, it’s how fast you get back up. And go, keep going ,till it feels like I’m giving my life away Gets hard,and harder, happiness is worth the wait.”

“Traveling together into what the poet Adrienne Rich has called ‘the cratered night of female memory,’ they undertook a shared process of self-discovery, working together to probe the possibility of woman’s creative power. Through their exploration of hermetic and magical paths, they developed a common pictorial language, derived from the realms of domestic life, the fairy tale and the dream.”

“A un moment j’ai même laissé échapper un son qui s’est prolongé malgré moi en prenant de plus en plus de force, un son qui avait attendu ce jour précis pour partir du fond de mes années de ténèbres à mal aimer des hommes qui m’ont mal aimée en retour et recouvrir ta poitrine comme une brûlure ; c’était d’abord un son rauque et traînant, une plainte animale qui n’avait rien du sanglot et qui en un véritable appel à la mort. A ce moment tout s’est arrêté, je me suis soudain rappelé cette même scène vécu avec toi alors qu’on venait de se rencontrer ; ce hurlement avait déjà eu lieu et sa répétition implacable m’a fait taire une fois pour toute. A ce moment aussi tu t’es écarté de moi, sans doute pour la même raison, tu t’es levé dans une brusquerie qui a délogé Oréo de la chaise de ton bureau. Ne voulant pas te regarder dans les yeux, j’ai regardé tes pieds. Mon hurlement avait tracé une ligne infranchissable entre nous, en hurlant je venais de sonner le glas de notre histoire. Tu as dit des paroles que tu avais déjà prononcées en d’autres circonstances et je suis partie, je savais que plus jamais on ne se reparlerait.”

“World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--”

“A Puritan twist in our nature makes us think that anything good for us must be twice as good if it's hard to swallow. Learning Greek and Latin used to play the role of character builder, since they were considered to be as exhausting and unrewarding as digging a trench in the morning and filling it up in the afternoon. It was what made a man, or a woman -- or more likely a robot -- of you. Now math serves that purpose in many schools: your task is to try to follow rules that make sense, perhaps, to some higher beings; and in the end to accept your failure with humbled pride. As you limp off with your aching mind and bruised soul, you know that nothing in later life will ever be as difficult.What a perverse fate for one of our kind's greatest triumphs! Think how absurd it would be were music treated this way (for math and music are both excursions into sensuous structure): suffer through playing your scales, and when you're an adult you'll never have to listen to music again. And this is mathematics we're talking about, the language in which, Galileo said, the Book of the World is written. This is mathematics, which reaches down into our deepest intuitions and outward toward the nature of the universe -- mathematics, which explains the atoms as well as the stars in their courses, and lets us see into the ways that rivers and arteries branch. For mathematics itself is the study of connections: how things ideally must and, in fact, do sort together -- beyond, around, and within us. It doesn't just help us to balance our checkbooks; it leads us to see the balances hidden in the tumble of events, and the shapes of those quiet symmetries behind the random clatter of things. At the same time, we come to savor it, like music, wholly for itself. Applied or pure, mathematics gives whoever enjoys it a matchless self-confidence, along with a sense of partaking in truths that follow neither from persuasion nor faith but stand foursquare on their own. This is why it appeals to what we will come back to again and again: our **architectural instinct** -- as deep in us as any of our urges.”