“The children of the night; what sweet music they make...when they're in tune!”
“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”
“For me, Chanel is like music. There are certain notes and you have to make another tune with them”
“How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!”
“This is the pain-pleasure of having newly adult children; they're innocent and ruthless in forgetting their sweet old dependence.”
“How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears.”