They ended every speech with the word hiro, which means: like I said. Thus each man took responsibility for intruding into the inarticulate murmur of the spheres. To hiro they added the word koue, a cry of joy or distress, according to whether it was sung or howled. Thus they essayed to piece the mysterious curtain which hangs between all talking men: at the end of every utterance a man stepped back, so to speak, and attempted to interpret his words to the listener, attempted to subvert the beguiling intellect with the noise of true emotion.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else." Then let's be quiet together.

I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

I'm never sure why I do anything, to tell you the truth.