“to mature or grow up, is not in what you do, or what you say, but in how you imagine”
“What do you want?” I grumbled, not really sure if I was imagining his voice or not. “I’m not a figment of your imagination.” “Then how did you know what I was thinking if you’re not all in my mind? Besides, that’s just what a figment would say.” I scrunched up my face in a display of my skepticism”
“Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die. ”
“Imagine a world where what you say synchs up, not sinks down.”
“Imagine you're so far away no matter what you do, no matter what you say, you couldn't stop the world for a moment.”
“Teacher: What do you want to be when you grow up? Marji: I'll be a prophet.”