“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.”
Jim Morrison, A Feast Of Friends.
“Nothing that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes.”
Ian McEwan, Atonement.
“Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide.”
Pink Floyd, High Hopes.