It's Not What You Like But What

[...] Falling In Love With Someone Beautiful And Intelligent And The Rest Of It, Then Feeling Like A Blank Twit Put You At Something Of A Disadvantage.

One Has So Many More Opinions About What Has Gone Wrong Than About What Is Perfect.

Is It Wrong, Wanting To Be At Home With Your Record Collection? It's Not Like Collecting Records Is Like Collecting Stamps, Or Beermats, Or Antique Thimbles. There's A Whole World In Here, A Nicer, Dirtier, More Violent, More Peaceful, More Colorful, Sleazier, More Dangerous, More Loving World Than The World I Live In; There Is History, And Geography, And Poetry, And Countless Other Things I Should Have Studied At School, Including Music.

It Is The Act Of Reading Itself That I Miss, The Opportunity To Retreat Further And Further From The World Until I Have Found Some Space, Some Air That Isn't Stale, That Hasn't Been Breathed By My Family A Thousand Times Already.

I Burst Into Tears And I Cry And Cry Until It Feels As Though It Is Not Salt And Water Being Squeezed From My Eyes, But Blood.