Saskia

“Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and also mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.”
― Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley

“The ordinary routines of life are never chronicled by the historian, but they make up almost the whole of experience.”
― Peter Ackroyd, Foundation: The History of England from Its Earliest Beginnings to the Tudors

“The endless chatter of this journey had wearied me.”
― Peter Ackroyd, The Casebook of Victor Frankenstein

“The world is a sea in which we all must surely drown.”
― Peter Ackroyd, English Music