| Date | Quote | Author | Reference |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19990808 | How can I then return in happy plight That am debarred the benefit of rest -- When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night and night by day oppressed? |
Shakespeare | Sonnet -28- |
| 19990609 | It's real early morning No-one is awake I'm back at my cliff Still throwing things off |
Bjšrk | Hyper-ballad, Post |
| 19990526 | Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods, and to compounds strange? |
Shakespeare | Sonnet -76- |
| 19990504 | It's a fine day people open windows they leave their houses just for a short while. |
Opus III | It's a Fine Day, Mind Fruit |
| 19990329 | You start a conversation you can't even finish it. You're talkin' a lot, but you're not saying anything. |
Talking Heads | Psycho Killer, 77 |
| 19990323 | See the stars, they're shining bright Everything's alright tonight. |
Depeche Mode | Never Let Me Down Again, Music For The Masses |
| 19990311 | ...a tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. |
Shakespeare | Act 1 Scene 4, Romeo & Juliet |