Anna

“The piece you have written for us is called "The Gambol of the Caribou." Now, Mr. Steenwilly, I don't mean to be critical. What I know about music could be squeezed into a peanut shell, and there would still be room for the peanut. But I looked up "gambol" in the dictionary, and it means to "skip or jump about playfully." It also means to "caper or frolic." Caribou are large, ponderous, woolly reindeer.

They do not gambol. They do not caper. They do not frolic. And they certainly do not skip. It would be an interesting sight to see a herd of caribou skipping down the tundra, but, Mr. Steenwilly, it would never happen. You could write a piece called "The Caribou Standing Still and Freezing Their Butts Off." Or "The March of the Caribou." Or even "The Stampede of the Caribou." But "The Gambol of the Caribou" is not such a great image to build a piece of music around.”
― David Klass, You Don't Know Me

“You stand for nothing. You respect nobody. The music you dance to is devoid of beauty, its lyrics empty of humor or cleverness.”
― David Klass, You Don't Know Me

“No me aflige morir; no he rehusado
acabar de vivir, ni he pretendido
alargar esta muerte, que ha nacido
a un tiempo con la vida y el cuidado.
Siento haber de dejar deshabitado
cuerpo que amante espíritu ha ceñido;
desierto un corazón siempre encendido,
donde todo el amor reinó hospedado.”
― Francisco De Quevedo-Villagas

“you
not wanting me
was
the beginning of me
wanting myself
thank you”
― Nayyirah Waheed