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1 " I love people who play guitars on roofs!" said Rose, hopping along the pavement in one of her sudden happy moods. " Don't you?" " Never knew anyone else who did it!" " Don't you like Tom?" " Of course I do. But I don't know about all the other guitar-on-roof players! They might be really awful people, with just that one good thing about them. Playing guitars on roofs... or bagpipes... Or drums... Sarah would like that, and Saffy could have the bagpipes! Caddy could have a harp.... What about Mum?" " One of those gourds filled with beans!" said Rose at once. " And Daddy could have a grand piano. On a flat roof. With a balcony and pink flowers in pots around the edge! And I'll have a very loud trumpet! What about you?" " I'll just listen," said Indigo. "
2 " I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear. I kneel and recite my office and the Rosary but the words are empty - dry gourds rattling in the silence. The dark is terrible and I feel so alone. I see no signs but the symbols of contradiction. I try to dispose myself to faith, hope and charity, but my will is a blown reed in the winds of despair. "
― Morris L. West , The Devil's Advocate
3 " We still and always want waking. We should amass half dressed in long lines like tribesmen and shake gourds at each other, to wake up; instead we watch television and miss the show. "
― Annie Dillard , The Writing Life
