“Time becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, and also endlessly long, as long as soaring guitar notes that melt into one another, as full as the dark mass of bodies around me. I feel like the air downstairs has gone to liquid, to sweat and smell and sound, and I have broken apart in it. I am wave: I am pulled into the everything. I am energy and noise and a heartbeat going boom, boom, boom, echoing the drums.”

“As I paddled on, mt heartbeat boomed like a motor in my ears. I am I am I am.”

“Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing.”

“Boy you got my heartbeat running away, beating like a drum and it's coming your way..can't you hear that boom, badoom,boom,boom, badoom, boom, bass, he got that super bass..-(right eyebrow raised)->>>>>”

“I don't make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.”

“They're just talking. They're flirting kind of like they're strangers, but at the same time they also seem to know each other really well. I don't get it.""So they're taking it slow. What's wrong with that?" Bill asked. "Kids today, they just want things to go fast-- boom boom BOOM.”