“One day the last portrait of Rembrandt and the last bar of Mozart will have ceased to be — though possibly a colored canvas and a sheet of notes will remain — because the last eye and the last ear accessible to their message will have gone.”
“Til shade is gone, til water is goneInto the shadow with teeth baredScreaming defiance with the last breathTo spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.”
“If I were a candy bar I’d want to be a snicker, because then I’d have the last laugh!!”
“Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.”
“I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear.”
“This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.”