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Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

No one here gets out alive.

The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.