Detroit's a great music town. If your interaction with it was mainly musical, I'm sure you have a good opinion of the place.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the version of the world they really believed in.

I think, especially when you're in college, each book that you're reading tends to tell you who you are.

What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.

A seven-year-old girl can take only so many walks with her grandfather.

The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.

Yes, you need a passport to prove to the world that you exist. The people at passport control, they cannot look at you and see you are a person. No! They have to look at a little photograph of you. Then they believe you exist.