Aaliyah

“I didn't have friends. What I had were people who needed what I could do for them. I had rocks and trees. I had fire and ravens. And I had patterns.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“I used to study the night, the stars, while camping next to my car. I learned names from an old star chart that I carried along with my highway maps. Mintaka, in Orion’s Belt, the bright left eye of the Bull. Sirius. Vega. Trying for a direction beyond anywhere possible, I looked at distant points of bright light. I wished that I could find out where I was going by navigating by the light that had traveled forever.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“The railroad edge of Tokyo, where school children commute four hours a day between their cramped homes and distant schools while their parents work. Same sort of stuff as the rusting oil barrel fringe of Montana towns, the emptiness past the sprawl, but in Tokyo, it was a sanitized and crowded emptiness.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“Running away, then returning. My present was feeding on my past, and my future was waiting for the recursive loop to complete.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder