"see," Sasha Muttered, Eyeing The Sun. 'it's

The Pause Makes You Think The Song Will End. And Then The Song Isn't Really Over, So You're Relieved. But Then The Song Does Actually End, Because Every Song Ends, Obviously, And That. Time. The. End. Is. For. Real.

They Resumed Walking. Alex Felt An Ache In His Eyes And Throat. "i Don't Know What Happened To Me," He Said, Shaking His Head. "i Honestly Don't." Bennie Glanced At Him, A Middle-aged Man With Chaotic Silver Hair And Thoughtful Eyes. "you Grew Up, Alex," He Said, "just Like The Rest Of Us.

I'm A Dogged Person. I Respond To Adversity With A Steely Resistance.

Music And Time Have Such An Interesting Relationship. Music Makes Time Fall Away Like Almost Nothing Else. You Hear A Song From Another Moment Of Your Life And It Really Is Like You're Still There. That's Why The Music Of Our Youth Ends Up Being Particularly Powerful. The Coming Of Age Music That You Grab A Hold Of As The Symbol Or The Expression Of Your Independence And Hopes For The Future And Anger And Rebellion Or Whatever It Is You're Feeling Is So Powerful For The Rest Of Your Life When You Hear It.

I Know I'm Famous And Irresitible - A Combination Whose Properties Closely Resemble Radioactivity - And I Know That You In This Room Are Helpless Against Me.