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1 " The cashier had long since left for home. By now she was probably bustling by an unmade bed that was waiting in her small room like a boat to carry her off to the black lagoons of sleep, into the complicated world of dreams. The person sitting in the box office was only a wraith, an illusory phantom looking with tired, heavily made-up eyes at the empyiness of light, fluttering her lashes thoughtlessly to disperse the golden dust of drowsiness scattered by the elctric bulbs. "
― Bruno Schulz , The Street of Crocodiles
2 " A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman. "
