In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her.

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.

That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

The coolest guys aren't afraid to be feminists.

I’ve got to stop looking at you, like you light my world. You’re the dark cloud which brings the rain. You’re the hurricane which destroys my peace. You are not the sun. I am my own light.

Rose, this is Sebby, " she said. "Sebby, Rose.""Oh yeah. Sebastian, right?" Rose said. "I've hard about you.""Only terrible things, I hope.""The worst.

Forget the past and live the present hour.

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

When my soul was in the lost-and-found You came along to claim it.

And then the last album, "Get It", was done over a shorter period of time and I started using other musicians, as opposed to playing all the instruments myself like I did on the other two.

Most often the electorate votes for change.

The issue is that we, with our fears, our attacks, our judgments, our blame, and our constant emphasis on the realm of the body rather than the realm of love, eclipse the experience of true love.

If you don't succeed at first, there's no need for the F word (Failure). Pick yourself up and try, try again.

Farewell, fair cruelty.