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“We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.”
― Carl Sagan, Cosmos

“Time: the word tolled like the bells of a church. Fonny was doing: time. In six months time, our baby would be here. Somewhere, in time, Fonny and I had met: somewhere, in time, we had loved; somewhere, no longer in time, but, now, totally, at time’s mercy, we loved.”
― James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk

“The creative act shall always triumph over the death culture of capital.”
― Matthew Thurber, Art Comic

“The choir are screaming now, fugue-permutations veering and careening to the outer limits of the field where any ratio of intervals or pitches might hold sway: tonics swapping with subdominants within the space of single notes that seem to play out in three octaves all at once, false entries, inversions, retrogrades and diminutions running riot through all keys -- until, suddenly, these fall away, like clouds”
― Tom McCarthy, The Making of Incarnation