C'lestial

“May I whisper in your ear
from my heart so you'll clearly hear.
There are people so dear…
They're like children…
Naked in a cold world…
Beautiful children
In an old world.

May I take you away
from the evils of today
to the dreams of tomorrow?
You know that Heaven
has no sorrow.
We know that Heaven
has no tomorrow.
Hear the sound of the magic drums…
Hearts are beating for the Sun,
Sending Evil on the run.
Now watch the wind…”
― Jimi Hendrix, Cherokee Mist: The Lost Writings

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.

So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

“For me there is something primitively soothing about this music, and it went straight to my nervous system, making me feel ten feet tall.”
― Eric Clapton