Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they’re meant for each other.

Everything fits, especially me with him, and him with me. He is the puzzle piece that slides into place in my heart, filling all the sad and empty spots inside me.

The air between us crackles like it always has, like it has its own energy or frequency. One of us is going to bend. One of us is going to break.

You were falling for me, and I was falling for you, and we were falling together into the land of the fallen.

I'd never forget how it felt to say those words. To be in our place. In love with you, in love with us, in love with our secret, with the island we were building, keeping out the whole wide world.

I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.

The night and the streets were ours and the future lay sparkling ahead.And we thought we would know each other forever.

When I ask you to be my valentine, I’m not asking you to love me. I’m simply asking you to accept tokens of my love for you.

In fact, the mark of tragedy became, with time, a mark of glamour.

God respects me when I work but loves me when I sing.

All art is a vision penetrating the illusions of reality, and photography is one form of this vision and revelation.

Great music completely obliterates any conceptions of genre.

[Zarathustra] never abandoned the watchword of not having any end, not serving a cause, because, as he knew, causes pluck off the wings we fly with.

I really love that I'm giving myself the opportunity finally to not have the pressure of every single song you do having to be "political" or whatever. I'm just making what I wanna make.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.

The Seed of Chucky is not a good thing to watch before you get married.