Under Lock & Key
“To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.” — Charles Baudelaire
“To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.” — Charles Baudelaire
“Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.” — W. H. Auden
“You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.” — George Bernard Shaw
“With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.” — Henri Matisse