Taste is such a changing thing. Every age our tastes change. But the things that really last aren't necessarily the best or the worst or the most loved things, but they're the things that make the biggest impression.

My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.

The girl's lover was gone, but his shadow was still there.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

We're all of us haunted and haunting.