Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.

I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

The complexity embedded in the different levels of meaning that go along with the words "I love you" ought to be a whole mindfuck of a video game

I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.

We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment. And by making the moment our own, we are rendering it timeless. There is no audience. There are no instruments. There are only bodies and thoughts and murmurs and looks. It's the concert rush to end all concert rushes, because this is what matters. When the heart races, this is what it's racing towards.

Do you still Kill Gerbils?

So much is happening and yet nothing at all.