“Dreams of other planets arise out of weariness. I'll be frank and say that the idea of escape isn't crazy or shameful. We want to find what we're searching for—and that is to be freed of ourselves. That's why there is such a feeling of intoxication when we find love, and when it's missing why there's such huge despair. When love is another planet, we collapse in it, free of the emptiness of our strumming and unhappiness. In fact, in love we stop being ourselves.”