Цитаты из книги Love Is a Mix Tape

Back when people listened to the radio, you kept tape handy in your boombox at all times so you could capture the hot new hits of the week.

A whole generation of southern girls, raised on the promise of Michael Stipe.

I would rather have sex with my ipod than with Jennifer Lopez.

A song nobody likes is a sad thing.

I realize that I will never fully understand the millions of bizarre ways thet music bribgs people together.

Back when people listened to the radio, you kept a tape handy in your boombox at all times so you could capture the hot new hits of the week. The intro would always get cut off, and the DJ would chatter over the end. The radio tapes puts you right back in the original time and place when you first heard the songs. You are there, my friend.

"What does rock and roll have today that it didn't have in the sixties?" - "Tits"

Giving us a crate of champagne and a dance floor was like handing a madman the keys to a 747 and saying, "Now, seriously, dude, don't crash it. Promise?"

I loved The Smiths. Renee hated The Smiths.

Girls did not care whether a dance tape had the live version of "Carry On A Wayward Son" or the studio version. In fact, they did not want to hear "Carry On A Wayward Son" at all. What was wrong with these people?

There are all kinds of mixtapes. There is always a reason to make one

God bless Mother Nature, she’s a single woman, too.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

Sometimes I could feel the glaciers shifting inside me, and I hoped they were melting, but they were just making themselves comfortable.

We were just a couple of fallen angels, rolling the dice of our lives. We’d heard all the horror stories of early marriages and fast divorces and broken hearts. But we knew none of them would happen to us, because as Dexy’s Midnight Runners sang to Eileen, we were far too young and clever.

If she breaks my heart, no matter what hell she puts me through, I can say it was worth it, just because of right now.

But I loved the cassock and surplice, ringing the bells, lighting the candles—it was like being a glam-rock roadie for God.

That night, I learned the hard way: If the girls keep dancing, everybody’s happy. If the girls don’t dance, nobody’s happy.