“Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.”
“Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain. We often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep. All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”
“You'd be surprised." Charlie said."You go to bed one night singing her a lullaby, and she wakes up listening to Limp Bizkit.""What the hell is Limp Bizkit?”
“It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.”
“...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...”
“She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!”