She was standing with her hands crossed on her bossom with her eyes staring wildly about as she cried, "But anybody not an idiot must understand that "tahatahatahatahatahata" is not the same as "ta ta ta ta ta" which is what the composer wrote! with a passion that would have been appropriate had she been a person in Shakespeare's world, declaring that she was going to tell the yet unknowing world how these things came about, so shall you hear of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, of accidental judgements, casual slaughters, of deaths put on by cunning and force cause. But her disorder was excused by the intact appearance of Cordelia, who was standing with her violin firmly in her hand, a patient expression on her face. To her it seemed she had been been quietly practicing in her room when Momma had come into the room and had been quite unable to understand what she was trying to do, for of course the composer would have prefered "tahatahatahatahatahata" to "ta ta ta ta ta", because it sounded prettier. I thought how nice it would be if I were a street child and could take a peice of chalk and write on a wall, "Cordelia, is a fool." It would do no good really, but it would be something.
-From The Fountain Overflows, by Rebecca West
From Steve Martin's Picasso at the Lapin Agile
Picasso: look, i meant everything i said that night. I just forgot who I said it to. Stranger things will happen your young life, believe me. Worse things.
Suzanne: i believed you.
Picasso: I believed it too. And that I am seeing you tonight, my dear, I am believing it all over again. I remember a blue-green bed with a rose colored spread over it. A tin half-moon on the wall, holding a candle. On your bedside table, there were three rings side by side with small turquoise stones, one with garnet, and next to them a pale pink ribbon. Later I picked it up off the floor. I can't remember your name.