Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

My favorite songs change every year.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

I had trouble listening to adults who didn't really mean anything that they said

Politics should make a thief, a roué, and a pessimist of anyone but I don't believe I am any of them...

Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag the other to pray.

God determines how fast you're going to run; I can help only with the mechanics.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

Bardot, Byron, Hitler, Hemingway, Monroe, Sade: we do not require our heroes to be subtle, just to be big. Then we can depend on someone to make them subtle.

With music, you often don't have to translate it. It just affects you, and you don't know why.

I don't like to write music by myself anymore. It's boring. I want the jamming, the push and pull, and the excitement that comes with it.

What is to be taught I learn; what is to be discovered I seek; what is to be prayed for I sought from the gods.

Success comes in cans, failure comes in can'ts.