..the alarm clock. Heavens! What evil genius brought together those two enemies of the idle—clocks and alarms—into one unit?

Well maybe you should cry.
And all of this life moves around you, for all that you claim you’re standing still, you are moving too.

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.