It was as if, before she`d met him, her blood had circulated grayly around her body, and now ir was all oxygenated and red. She was petrified of becoming the half-alive person she`d been before.

The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first timer.

It was possible to feel superior to other people and feel like a misfit at the same time.

The time has to be right and the heart willing.

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.