Each one you take is a commitment. If you break that commitment, the gods of alcohol will punish you with a hangover so bad you'll think Satan himself took a dump on you. -Milo

Pain changes us. Mine made me want to be perfect, so that no one would ever want to leave me again.

Even the good things from our pasts still only belonged in the past

I will call bullshit on that so many times that the word bullshit will lose all meaning. -Milo

we should live like we smoke— inhale the present and exhale the past.

I’ll take my chances against your fickle heart if it means it’s mine.

But sometimes you don’t know what you’re looking for until it’s already knocked you flat on your back.

Her eyes were a bottomless ocean that I would give up air to explore.

Oh how I had underestimated tender kisses.

Your pain made you strong. It made youpassionate and alive. It made us both who we are. -Cade

But the trick most folk are so awfully fond of learning, the absolute second they've got hold of a heart, is to pretend they don't have one at all. It is the very first danger of the hearted.

The last seven weeks have been crap without you. All I wanted was to talk to you, see you again Kiss you.

Every anxiety is a mild form of premonition, and from that point the shade deepens till we get the forebodings and hauntings that merge into lunacy.

Hatred is love frustrated.

But I always held my music up and protected it from compromise. So I just do it for my friends. I've written hundreds of songs, and I'm sure I have a few albums worth of songs.

With your faults, dont hurry. Dont correct them thoughtlessly. What would you put in their place?

[The satirist] must fully possess, at least in the world of the imagination, the quality the lack of which he is deriding in others.

I am lucky to have been gifted with a good ear and the ability to mimic. If I can hear it... I can replicate it, whether it's a dialect or just matching the tone of someones voice.

Factory windows are always brokenOther windows are let alone.No one throws through the chapel-windowThe bitter, snarling, derisive stone.

The number of objects we see from living in a large city amuses the mind like a perpetual raree-show, without supplying it with any ideas.