And then of course the music sprang up, lousy rock as bold and dull as a giant potato. "Love this song," Todd said, like it was unusually brave to like what was number one on the radio.
Daniel HandlerThere are some things we might not know,but that doesnt mean we should give up.We can find out what we need to know.We can find out everything
Daniel HandlerIโm not a romantic, Iโm a half-wit. Only stupid people would think Iโm smart. Iโm not something anyone should know. Iโm a lunatic wandering around for scraps, Iโm like every single miserable moron Iโve scorned and pretended I didnโt recognize. Iโm all of them, every last ugly thing in a bad last-minute costume. Iโm not different, not at all, not different from any other speck of a thing. Iโm a blemished blemish, a ruined ruin, a stained wreck so failed I canโt see what I used to be.
Daniel HandlerHere we are at the bottom, almost empty. It's like confetti, these dried remnants you find in the street for a party no one invited you to. But they used to be, I can admit, part of something beautiful.
Daniel HandlerOpera was an enormous part of my childhood. My parents were both opera buffs, and they met in the box seat of an opera performance. And I also was a boy soprano, so before puberty hit, I was onstage playing a wide variety of orphans and urchins in all sorts of operas, and the sheer melodrama of their stories was just always appealing to me.
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