her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

He hated crowds, never liked punk. He couldn't handle the nakedness of the rage -his own so sophisticated and finely tuned. He could never see the similarity between himself and Donnie Draino screaming into a mic.

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.

What happened to a dream without a dreamer?

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer.