…Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.
and a little music played out of doors
by somebody I do not know.
“JULIET (gesturing towards Romeo) :
What’s he that follows there, that would not dance?
NURSE: I know not.
JULIET: Go ask his name: if he be married
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.”
All colors are the friends of their neighbors
and the lovers of their opposites.