Cans Quotes (page 405)
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I watch the morning dawn upon your skin, A splinter in the light, It caught and frayed the very heart of us, It's been hiding there inside for all this time, How a sure thing winds up just like this, Clockwork silence only knows, And it's no one's fault, There's no black and white, Only you and me, On this endless night, And as the hours run away, With another life, Oh, darling can't you see, It's now or never, It's now or never.
Josh Groban
When I go away from you. The world beats dead. Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars. And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes. So that I can no longer see your face. Why should I leave you, To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
Amy Lowell
I see no reason in morality, why literature should not have as one of its intentions the arousing of thoughts of lust. It is one of the effects, perhaps one of the functions of literature to arouse desire, and I can discover no grounds for saying that sexual pleasure should not be among the objects of desire which literature presents to us, along with heroism, virtue, peace, death, food, wisdom, God, etc.
Lionel Trilling