Who needs enemies when you've got Republican Surrenderists for Obamacare waiting in the wings?
Like most fans of 'So You Think You Can Dance,' I wouldn't know a pasodoble if it beat me with a rake.
When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.
The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with — nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they can add up to the story of a life.
But bringing people together is what music has always done best.
If all music did was bring the past alive, that would be fine. You can hide away in music and let it recapture memories of things that used to be. But music is greedy and it wants more of your heart than that. It demands the future, your future. Music wants the rest of your life. So you can't rest easy. At any moment, a song can come out of nowhere to shake you up, jump-start your emotions, ruin your life.
Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite songs were unwritten.
Fashion and music are the same, because music express its period too.
When I find a fashion formula I love, I tend to stick to it. There's nothing wrong with wearing a look over and over again, if it suits you and makes you feel great.
I consciously try to end my novels at a point where I won't have to wonder about my characters ever again.
You have to do things people see or you don't get to do anything.