It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.
If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.
It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.
Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.
We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists.
Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.