I was so good at being a kid, and so terrible at being whatever I was now.

The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely.

Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.

People always talk like there's a bright line between imagination and memory, but there isn't, at least not for me. I remember what I've imagined and imagine what I remember.

Everyone wanted me to feed them that story—darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.

We are living the American Dream, which is, of course, to benefit from someone else’s misfortune.

She noted, more than once, that the meteor shower was happening, beyond the overcast sky, even if we could not see it. Who cares if she can kiss? She can see through the clouds.

I would never slay the dragon, because the dragon was also me.

Photographs are just light and time" - Aza Holmes

You and I are just kids. We've got the best and the worst of it in front of us

...grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

LOVE should be the inspiration when Lover is the Surprise, and when LOVE is the Surprise, then Loved one must be the inspiration!

I have never understood why one's affections must be confined as once with women to a single country.

I have an imagination because my life is so boring that my imagination lets me get off the reality of what's going on.

We are entertainers. We have to give our audience a good time. If my name serves that purpose, if that brings a smile on your face, then I think it is good and my job has been done.

When you are happy, you enjoy music, when you are sad, you understand lyrics

Complete freedom from stress is death

You may drive a dog off the King's armchair, and it will climb into the preacher's pulpit; he views the world unmoved, unembarrassed, unabashed.

When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.

When we turn our backs on feelings we should deal with, they fester and grow and ultimately consume us. Silence is denial. Silence is anxiety.