Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

Death is the only real elegance.