Renato

“I've never listened to music lying down. Listening's reading if you close your eyes.
Music's a wood you walk through.”
― David Mitchell

“She was a large, boneless woman who draped herself like an old blanket over the chairs of the apartment, staring for hours with her gray eyes at ghosts, figments, recollections, and dust caught in oblique sunbeams, her arms streaked and pocked like relief maps of vast planets, her massive calves stuffed like forcemeat into lung-colored support hose. She was quixotically vain about her appearance and spent an hour each morning making up her face.”
― Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay