This is the music business. 'Five years is five hundred years' - your words.

...water laughing softly down a black stone wall.

Being somewhere but not completely: that was home for Danny. . . . All he needed was a cellphone or I-access, or both at once, or even just a plan to leave wherever he was and go someplace else really really soon.

Americans are less selfish than some of our politicians believe and will respond with reason and resilience to passionate clarity.

When does a fake Mohawk become a real Mohawk? Who decides? How do you know if it's happened?

Sometimes I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think like where will I be standing when I look back Will right now look like the beginning of a great life or... or what

Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.