Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful. Victor Hugo
If he was silent I could be silent too. Indeed, I could very well do with a little rest in this subdued, frightened-to-death rocking chair, before I drove to wherever the beast's lair was - and then pulled the pistol's foreskin back, and then enjoyed the orgasm of the crushed trigger. Vladimir Nabokov