Don't Believe Everything You Hear

The Soul May Not Be Destroyed. The Soul Goes On Forever. Like The Number Pi, It Is Without Cessation Or Conclusion. Like Pi It Is A Constant. Pi Is An Irrational Number, Incapable Of Being Made Into A Fraction, Impossible To Divide From Itself. So, Too, The Soul Is An Irrational, Indivisible Equation That Perfectly Expresses One Thing: You.

Taking A Thing Apart Is Always Faster Than Putting Something Together. This Is True Of Everything Except Marriage.

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

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.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.