She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

You can’t lead people if you aren’t going to focus on what’s relevant to you and them. Don’t worry about who is and who is not watching you. Consider what you have to watch.

Ignorance is pass from one generation to other.

The greatest miracle of the Bible is that the prophets of Israel could keep a religion as clean as a hounds tooth amid all the corruption and idolatry of the nations surrounding them.

My whole deal when I do accents or dialects is I gotta fool the locals. If I fool the locals then I've done my job.

With any rock documentary or band documentary you always recognize things that you've experienced some version of.

My uncle is a Southern planter. He's an undertaker in Alabama.

I worked in salons, where you do learn the basic sort of thing. But I didn't know anything about the kinds of things I'm doing now. I learned how to put hot-rollers in.

I love purple because my name is Amethyst.

...Though drowned was just as dead as any other way of dying.

It always amazes me how when we’re sure we’ve lost something for good, it winds up finding us.