“Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case "Big Shot" and "Bette Davis Eyes." The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and always underfoot, the insistent gray muck that was pop culture. It stuck to our shoes and we tracked it through our lives.”
“our lives change in two ways :through the people we meet and the books we read”
“There are only two kinds of people in our town. The stupid and the stuck."”
“If I could die saving two lives, I would, provided each of those two people were the kind of people who would die to save two more like them.”
“We two make banquets of the plainest fareIn every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measureWe two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure”
“Two tires fly. Two Wail.A bamboo grove, all chopped downFrom it, warring songs.”