“Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval. The regular throb itself merely brings back the miserable idea of measurement, but in between, something like…”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.com
“Just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky— so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in,…”— Donna Tartt, amazon.com