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Glyconic meter & Alliterating Tumbling Meter.

      “NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP

Nights without sleep and days
   That burn like smoldering fire,
Nerves with the ceaseless cry
   Of wind in a tight-drawn wire—
Years of this leaving me nothing
   But a handful of songs like these,
That people think were happily written
   In an hour of ease.”

         —Sara Teasdale

"Everyone knows there are nine witch hills in Hookland, but no-one can agree which nine hills they are."

"But what do you mean, the purpose of life is happiness? That’s like saying the purpose of milk is cheese." —Alexander Fayne via

"If I could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint."