Some of us are born to live and to fight, Echo. Others are born to fight for their right to live. When those two collide, there’s hell to pay.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

Don't judge me by my books. They're not my voices, and they were never my stories to tell.

You're mine, Echo, and I'll treasure you forever.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

I had no tears to shed nor a prayer for the deceased... There is no hope for the hopeless.

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

Life can be seen through several spectrums of light, but it’s the person who is doing the soul searching that defines what they may see.

You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

I had risked everything and gained everything, and here I was of the world and in it.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself

I have a very bad relationship with mice.

I want to make the songs good. I think this is my main focus.

Don't let anybody infiltrate your dream

I've been in relationships where I've felt terribly alone. Just because you're with someone, it doesn't mean you're happy.

For me it remains an open question whether [this work] pertains to the realm of mathematics or to that of art.

The English language is rather like a monster accordion, stretchable at the whim of the editor, compressible ad lib.

Mike Pence did ask this question about debt and the debt explosion on the [Donald] Trump plan is much, much bigger than anything on the [Hillary] Clinton side.