The things you don’t say are an ocean.  How’s that for a literary device.  The things you don’t say are an ocean, which flows over you sometimes.  I can see it once in a while, when I ask.  Or maybe it’s my imagination, like you say it is.  Should I believe you, when I wouldn’t believe anyone else?  I know you expect belief.  Or maybe that’s my imagination too.  Someone once said that, lately, I think: I must be imagining things again.  It sounded stupid to me, but I didn’t say so. (John Wayne Gacy, Jr from Come On Feel The Illinoise)

Of Sufjan Stevens