Harris is the Jack Lemmon of now.

Hannibal Lecter purely represents a set of American angers and anxieties.

He invented a sound and lost his mind.

Trills, swoops, jungle calls, and deviations from the straight line.

If he can make a comeback, maybe the human race can too.

She opened every lock in your personal house of love.

For him jazz was never simply music, it was life.

She was the elusive study of vastly differing auteurs.

He wrote of wandering minds and dark surmise.

Rock’n'roll and soul infused with humor, gravity, and sex.

In his poetry, Nature is eerily alive, a conspiracy of omens.