Life turns, and returns death. Where death digs its claws into the grave only to pull out life, as a baby from a womb; and the recycle of air, the recycle of struggles that never achieve satisfaction, in a constant turning world, of an untuned universe. - Anthony Liccione
...hell was a great fiery-hot music hall, he thought, where untuned instruments scraped and shrieked in diabolical cacophany... - Annie Proulx