Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton.
1300"Later they lay down next to each other in the wide bed. He observed her. She was lying on her back, her head pressed into the pillow, her chin slightly lifted and her eyes fixed on the ceiling. In the characteristic tension of her body (she always reminded him of a taut string, and he had once told her that she had the soul of a violin) he suddenly glimpsed the whole essence of her being. Yes, it happened now and again (these were miraculous moments) : a single motion or gesture of hers would suddenly reveal to him the entire history of her body and soul. These were moments of a kind of absolute clairvoyance and absolute pathos." - Milan Kundera, The Farewell Party