Oh come on, you did it yourself when you saw the billboard at the airport. ‘Ugh! Blue hair! How tasteless!’ When you did that, you identified, you categorized that character as belonging to the Other. And once you have done that, attacking it, murdering it, becomes easier. Perhaps even an urgent need.

Experience being alone, not lonely. The first lesson of Love.

Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down.

I'm a world citizen with a New York set of balls.

Written By Don DeLillo

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