First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

What's wrong with all black?"Egg - Book 1 "Making it

Greatness comes with patience.

When I was a girlthe books I read were by men.

Every tomorrow is better because you opened your eyes, but still, memories from your past are meant to be shared and cherished

The band is tight enough. Quit practicing!

Every town has the same two malls: the one white people go to and the one white people used to go to.

Disaster beats stasis. Better a rolling stone than a moss-covered rock.

What I say is focus your mind and respect your body. But mostly love your heart. I think that is where to begin, from there and then it goes out.

Knowledge of the enemy's dispositions can only be obtained from other men.

Some shows, like PPG, tape in a group session, which is always more fun because you can play off each other.