That night she drew her swan breath in a bed Made soft with all her razor blades, That kissed her wrists with the romance you lacked. As the hands that you’d kissed now dealt the trades
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small. — Neil Armstrong
