"The mean of our heights is divided by the nights/
Which is times'd by the daggers and the root of all our fights/ The pass of your poem is to swathe me in your knowing/ And the beauty of the word is that you don't have to show it"-Academia, Sia

"It's a stiff competition/ To see who can stay up later/ The stars or the streetlights"- Wish I May, Ani DiFranco