"All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea."
- Nathan Reese Maher
"She died--this was the way she died;And when her breath was done,Took up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her little figure at the gateThe angels must have spied,Since I could never find her..."
- Emily Dickinson
"Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labour, and my leisure too,For hi..."
"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading – treading – till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – be..."
"Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled."
"Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the..."
"Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city."
"There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in thedarkness of the grave, how it frightens me be..."
"I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?”She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?"
"Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight?"