Music, I think, he makes me feel like music

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

Everything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents' smiles frozen, camera flashes blinding, mouths open and white teeth glinstening, dark glossy hair and deep blue sky and unrelenting light, everyone drowning in light - everything so clear and perfect I'm sure it must already be a memory, or a dream.

Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.

The sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

The devil stole into the Garden of Eden. He carried with him the disease - amor deliria nervosa - in the form of a seed. It grew and flowered into a magnificent apple tree, which bore apples as bright as blood. -From Genesis: A Complete History of the World and the Known Universe, by Steven Horace, PhD, Harvard University