...bleak Territory Of The Heart.

...and The Distance Between Them, Millimeters Only, The Space Of A Breath, Opened Up And Deepened, Became A Cavern At Whose Edge He Stood.

A Moment Was Not A Single Moment At All, But Rather An Infinite Number Of Different Moments, Depending On Who Was Seeing Things And How.

A Moment Might Be A Thousand Different Things.

No One Could Suspect The Intricate Mysteries Of Her Heart.

Music Is Like You Touch The Pulse Of The World. Music Is Always Happening, And Sometimes You Get To Touch It For A While, And When You Do You Know That Everything's Connetcted To Everything Else.