“When they played, it wasn't music. It was the sound of chaos. I knew it was the sound of chaos because you could hear pigs being slaughtered. Women were weeping and men were gnashing their teeth, and there were sounds so horrible that I cannot repeat them to you, or you would flee from this room in horror!” MenHumorFunnySoundRoomsHorrorChaosHorribleTeethRepeatsPigsWeeping Author:Lewis Black
“I often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? Suppose we could use one life, already ended, as a sort of rough draft for another? I think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light ... I have a wife and two daughters, my wife's health is delicate and so on and so on, and if I had to begin life all over again I would not marry. ... No, no!” IfsThinkingTryingTwoUseLightRoomsWonderKnowingWifeFlowerDaughterMy WifeRepeatsRoughDelicateTwo DaughtersRough Drafts Book:The Three Sisters Source: The Three Sisters