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

Let's all embrace someone near us. Pick someone special to you. Tell this someone how you feel.

The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.

When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.

The answer is there is no answer.

Cults make people sing so hard for so long - because it over-oxygenates the blood and sets them up to faint.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.