We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.

Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.

I can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the unknown blackness behind them. The shadows in God's boarded-up basement.

Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.

She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.

The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending.