I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence$$$ I think. I mean$$$ they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here$$$ I can pretend...I can pretend that things last.

My heart: It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you.

Notoriety wasn't as good as fame$$$ but was heaps better than obscurity.

If ever you get to be my age$$$ said the old woman$$$ "you will know all there is to know about regrets$$$ and you will know that one more$$$ here or there$$$ will make no difference in the long run."

When I was young I was a fool. So wrap me up in dreams and death.

Small children believe themselves to be gods$$$ or some of them do$$$ and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

There is something about riding a unicorn$$$ for those people who still can$$$ which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating$$$ and intoxicating$$$ and fine.

Fictions are merely frozen dreams$$$ linked images with some semblance of structure. They are not to be trusted$$$ no more than the people who create them.

We have eyes and we have nerveses<br/>We have tails we have teeth<br/>You'll all get what you deserveses<br/>When we rise from underneath.

Trust dreams. Trust your heart$$$ and trust your story.