That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight

That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight

We had pathetically simple dreams: to do meaningful work that we could be proud of, to be together, and to be happy.

Don't swear off all the fruits just because you ate one bad apple.

I am of the theory that all of our transcendental connections, anything we're drawn to, be it a person, a song, a painting on a wall--they're magnetic. The art is the alloy, so to speak. And our souls are equipped with whatever properties are required to attract that alloy. I'm no scientist so I don't really know what the hell these properties are, but my point is we're drawn to stuff we've already got a connection to. Part of the thing is already inside of us.

Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I had I'd just found something I didn't even know I'd lost.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules