Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.
T. S. EliotPlaywriting gets into your blood and you can't stop it. At least not until the producers or the public tell you to.
T. S. EliotWe ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open
T. S. EliotThe dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre- To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love. Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire.
T. S. Eliot