“If it (life) is a rhythm, I have found my perfect beat!”
“daddy says the world is a drum tight and hardand i told himi’m gonna beat out my own rhythm”
“Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.”
“Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple—these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.”
“My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.”
“My feet beat out a steady muffled rhythm. My thoughts participated in each step, never getting ahead of me.”