Alan Bean (1932–2018) American astronaut and painter
Statement on significations in his painting "Reaching for the Stars", at the U.S. Astronaut Hall of Fame, Florida, USA.
After the moon, art is his mission (1997)
We'll Never Conquer Space (1960)
Alan Bean (1932–2018) American astronaut and painter
Statement on significations in his painting "Reaching for the Stars", at the U.S. Astronaut Hall of Fame, Florida, USA.
After the moon, art is his mission (1997)
Peter Gabriel (1950) English singer-songwriter, record producer and humanitarian
The Time of the Turning
Song lyrics, OVO (2000)
Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer
Song lyrics, Aerial (2005), A Sky of Honey (Disc 2)
Henry Wotton (1568–1639) English ambassador
On His Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia, stanza 1 (1624). In some versions "moon" replaces "sun". This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's "Sixth Set of Books", for example.
Thomas S. Monson (1927–2018) president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
Finding Peace, Ensign, Mar. 2004, 3.
Elton John (1947) English rock singer-songwriter, composer and pianist
Candle in the Wind 1997, written in tribute upon the death of Diana (1997)
Song lyrics, Singles
Pablo Neruda book Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Source: Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Mark Twain (1835–1910) American author and humorist
Epitaph for his daughter, Olivia Susan Clemens (1896), this is actually a slight adaptation of the poem "Annette" by Robert Richardson; more details are available at "The Poem on Susy Clemens' Headstone" http://www.twainquotes.com/headstone.html <br class="br">Misattributed
Harlan Ellison book Eidolons
"Eidolons" (1988)
Context: Did you have one of those days today, like a nail in the foot? Did the pterodactyl corpse dropped by the ghost of your mother from the spectral Hindenburg forever circling the Earth come smashing through the lid of your glass coffin? Did the New York strip steak you attacked at dinner suddenly show a mouth filled with needle-sharp teeth, and did it snap off the end of your fork, the last solid-gold fork from the set Anastasia pressed into your hands as they took her away to be shot? Is the slab under your apartment building moaning that it cannot stand the weight on its back a moment longer, and is the building stretching and creaking? Did a good friend betray you today, or did that good friend merely keep silent and fail to come to your aid? Are you holding the razor at your throat this very instant? Take heart, comfort is at hand. This is the hour that stretches. Djam karet. We are the cavalry. We're here. Put away the pills. We'll get you through this bloody night. Next time, it'll be your turn to help us.