"Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison"
— T. S. Eliot

"The pungent oranges and bright, green wings
Seem things in some procession of the dead,
Winding across wide water, without sound.
The day is like wide water, without sound,"
— Wallace Stevens


"Someday you'll be lying
there in a nice trance
and suddenly a hot
soapy brush will be
applied to your face
— it'll be unwelcome
— someday the
undertaker'll shave you"
— Jack Kerouac