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We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss (Cassandra Clare)

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I don't believe in records changing lives. What I do believe is that the records we liked can lead us back to the lives we once led and the people we once were (David Hepworth)

Modest beginnings - my entire collection 1971ish: 12 albums, a dozen or so singles

We've arrived at the West Coast!

Photo by Larry James Baylas on Unsplash We've arrived at the West Coast! We're all strangers again! Folks, I just forgot the biggest gumption trap of all. The funeral procession! The one everybody's in, this hyped up, fuck-you, supermodern, ego style of life that thinks it owns this country. We've been out of it for so long I'd forgotten all about it. Robert M. Pirsig (Chapter 26, Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance )

You point to something as having Quality and the Quality tends to go away (Robert M. Pirsig)

Photo by Shawn Appel on Unsplash You point to something as having Quality and the Quality tends to go away. Quality is what you see out of the corner of your eye, and so I look at the lake below but feel the particular quality from the chill, almost frigid sunlight behind me, and the almost motionless wind. Robert M. Pirsig (Chapter 28, Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance )

The real machine you're working on is a cycle called yourself (Robert M. Pirsig)

The real machine you're working on is a cycle called yourself. The machine that appears to be 'out there' and the person that appears to be 'in here' are not two separate things. They grow toward Quality or fall away from Quality together. Robert M. Pirsig

The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans. The present is our only reality. The tree that you are aware of intellectually, because of that small time lag, is always in the past and therefore is always unreal. Any intellectually conceived object is always in the past and therefore unreal (Robert M. Pirsig)

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