„So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don't let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I do like to brag.
Cause I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag.“
— Johnny Cash American singer-songwriter 1932 - 2003
Ragged Old Flag
„I haven't touched a piano in so many years. I couldn't play with such crippled fingers, even if I wanted to. For a time after my marriage I tried to keep up my music. But it was hopeless. One-night stands, cheap hotels, dirty trains, leaving children, never having a home — [She stares at her hands with fascinated disgust. ] See, Cathleen, how ugly they are! So maimed and crippled! You would think they'd been through some horrible accident! [She gives a strange little laugh. ] So they have, come to think of it. [She suddenly thrusts her hands behind her back. ] I won't look at them. They're worse than the foghorn for reminding me — [Then with defiant self-assurance. ] But even they can't touch me now. [She brings her hands from behind her back and deliberately stares at them — calmly. ] They're far away. I see them, but the pain has gone.“
— Eugene O'Neill American playwright, and Nobel laureate in Literature 1888 - 1953
Page 106 (Act 3)
„I was with this girl the other night and from the way she was responding to my skillful caresses, you would have sworn that she was... conscious. … But I love her from the hair on her head to the tag on her toes.“
— Emo Philips American comedian 1956
„Misty path and the night is endless,
She could be a queen
Or a desert princess.
Hero takes her hand and leads her through...
Who knows what this night will do?
Only in the blue night he comes to her
That's when the whole night
Belongs to her.“
— Mike Oldfield English musician, multi-instrumentalist 1953
„She rose and looked at me with delirious black eyes, black and wanton and in a dream, her neck stretched and defining the bulging cords at her throat. she had nothing to say with her lips, but the ghastly cast of her face, the teeth too white and too big now, the frightened smile, these spoke too loudly of the horror shrouding her days and nights... As I walked toward the bed, she pulled up her knees, slipping into a crouched frightened position, as though she expected me to strike her.“
— John Fante 1909–1983; American novelist, short story writer and screenwriter of Italian descent 1909 - 1983
„Where the blue of the night
Meets the gold of the day,
Someone waits for me.
And the gold of her hair
crowns the blue of her eyes
like a halo tenderly.“
— Roy Turk American songwriter 1892 - 1934
Song Where the Blue of the Night (Meets the Gold of the Day) http://www.lyrics007.com/Bing%20Crosby%20Lyrics/Where%20The%20Blue%20Of%20The%20Night%20Meets%20The%20Gold%20Of%20The%20Day%20Lyrics.html
„I thought of my own wife's tears and her limp submission the night before — the bleak satisfaction I took from her smallness as I used her shamelessly. She's cried out, and remembering the taste of salted tears, I thought, for that instant, that I knew how the devil felt. Sex and tears, like sun and rain, were never meant to share a moment: but for a fallen soul, an act of wrong could, at times, feel very right, and that scared the hell out of me.“
— John Hart 1965
„Sometimes I sit up in the darkness,
And I watch my baby as she sleeps.
Then I climb in bed and I hold her tight.
I just lay there awake in the middle of the night,
Thinking 'bout the wreck on the highway.“
— Bruce Springsteen American singer and songwriter 1949
"Wreck on the Highway"
„She waits for me at night, she waits for me in silence.
She gives me all her tenderness and takes away my pain.
And so far she hasn't run, though I swear she's had her moments.
She still believes in miracles while others cry in vain.“
— Billy Joel American singer-songwriter and pianist 1949
All About Soul.
„The other day, there was a man outside, beckoning to what I though was Has Wounds.... He came back with an older man... he was crying and sobbing, and — he's Has Wounds' owner!... I told him about what I had done... He said that he's been praying for her all of this time too. He'd been crying, he'd been singing — and he thought he was alone in alll this. The nights when I'd wondered... where she was, corresponded with days where he'd wondered where she'd gone.... And this man had cared for her for 16 years!... I said how I had named her, and he said that in 16 years he had never come up with a name for her, because nothing seemed to suit her, and he was amazed to reveal that that was very much her, and he's going to call her that from now on! He begged to repay me somehow... I said listen, the best thing you can do is what you have already done — love her, take care of her, be her owner!...“
— Ysabella Brave American singer 1979