Darkness is only light's absence.

Sooner or later,reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.

And I love Jane Austen's use of language too--the way she takes her time to develop a phrase and gives it room to grow, so that these clever, complex statements form slowly and then bloom in my mind. Beethoven does the same thing with his cadence and phrasing and structure. It's a fact: Jane Austen is musical. And so's Yeats. And Wordsworth. All the great writers are musical.

Darkness is only light's absence.

I almost tell him that I'd never be able to do something like that, just take out my instrument and begin playing on a street corner. But it feels to personal. Yes, I'm shy, but why bring it to his attention? I'm too shy to talk about how shy I am.

who says dog means dog?

Watch TV or something." That's what the note says. So I say to myself, Fine. But I think I'll do the "or something" part.