Maybe All The Schemes Of The Devil

Music [is] The Third Rail Of Life. You Grabbed It To Shock Yourself Out Of The Dull Drag Of Hours. To Feel Something. To Burn With All The Emotions You Didn't Get To Experience In The Ordinary Run Of School, Tv, And Loading The Dishwasher After Dinner.

You Think You Know Someone. But Mostly You Just Know What You Want To Know.

Was There Any Human Urge More Pitiful-or More Intense- Than Wanting Another Chance At Something?

It Was Like Wondering How Evil Had Come Into The World Or What Happens To A Person After He Dies: An Interesting Philosophical Exercise, But Also Curiously Pointless, Since Evil And Death Happened, Regardless Of The Why And The How And What-it-meant.

Horror Was Rooted In Sympathy . . . In Understanding What It Would Be Like To Suffer The Worst.