Angel and Muse approach from without; the Angel sheds light and the Muse gives form (Hesiod learned of them). Gold leaf or chiton-folds: the poet finds his models in his laurel coppice. But the Duende, on the other hand, must come to life in the nethermost recesses of the blood.
Federico Garcia Lorca
Do you like me? -Yes, and you? -Yes, yes.
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
To be silent and consumed by fire is the worst punishment on earth,
I can't listen to you. I can't listen to your voice. It's as though I'd drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along – and I know I'm drowning – but I go on down.
Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.
The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen.
The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in Cuba, in our America, they make much better cocktails.
Casida of the Dark Doves.