Granted: I AM an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peep-hole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.
Gunter GrassWhen the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.
Gunter Grass