Push my buttons, and I'll push you off a bridge.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

I'll put you in a jar on my shelf for a cold, rainy day when I need you the most.

These days, I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you're here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

The gods hate those who plan badly, and help those with good friends, good swords, and good sense.

I do not have results ... I have an impossible task !!

If one day I have a daughter and my daughter wants to be a model, I would never let her!

Do things that make your body and mind scream at you to quit, but don't.

It may be an infinitely less evil to murder a man than to refuse to forgive him. The former may be the act of a moment of passion: the latter is the heart’s choice.

Doing a show is very similar to what meditation is supposed to be: being there and being present in that space and time.

I wanted to see New York . . . so I tried to see how fast I could do it in.

In 19 years Stockton never once lost a suicide drill in practice. Well, there was one day. He was sick. But he still ran it

I never read comics as a kid. I guess I was lazy and watched cartoons instead.

I Will Follow is a celebration of life. Sometimes when you lose something, you understand its value more than when you had it. The same is true for life.