There it was, Eve supposed. There was the answer to why people got tangled up with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.

Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?""Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see.

Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.

That someone would mourn her death made her want to live in the fiercest way.

I'm definitely a guitar player, but it's the last thing I listen to in a song, after the singer and the drums.

God says, Turn the other cheek. So there's no way I could play in a man's game.

But people will laugh at all sorts of things.

Gods have bloody hands.

Men and women can never be close. They can hardly speak to one another in the same language. But are compelled, forever, to try, and therefore even in defeat there is no peace.

People talk about immigration, but they won't talk about the corruption that actually exists between Mexico and the U.S.

Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.

The idea of dancing to bad house music is something I could never get behind.