She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

Virtually every writer I know would rather be a musician.

Everywhere I go, I am asked if I think university stifles writers. My opinion is that it doesn't stifle enough of them.

Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop.

Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.

So, am I too, like all other humans, just a rogue? Sure! Just a notch less than those rascals wearing godly robes.

The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.

That is surely childhood's end, when you look at a thing like a rabbit needing skinned and have to say: "Nobody else is going to do this.

I don't understand technology, and I'm very scared of it.

I want to reach the point where people hear my name and immediately think of real country music.