Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.

Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.

I'm just another stupid human.