What our children have to fear is not the cars on the highways of tomorrow but our own pleasure in calculating the most elegant parameters of their deaths.
“To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread. We were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense.”
“I was a student at Columbia College, actually, in the Architecture school. Paul would drive in from Queens, showing me these new songs. I can't remember us working it out.”