I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

I’m glad we can be friends.”There’s that word again. It’s like a safe word.

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. “I loved him. That’s what dumb girls do.”“You aren’t dumb.”I try to hold back my smile. “I’m hanging out with you, aren’t I?

The truth is, I always want to kiss you.

Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.

Sachin's straight drive is like fired bullet from most efficient gun.

Sometimes your wish can become chaos ... be careful what you wish for!

Any other foundation will fail, but Christ is a sure and steady rock to build your life on.

How do I explain Neil Young? Great question! I explain Neil Young as, I would kill to see his acoustic shows.

It'll be a great day when the seniors have all the baseball caps they need and the Pentagon bombs Gilligan's Island.

[Spielberg and I] had a disagreement over what God was....He thought God was Stephen Spielberg, but that thought had never occurred to me.

I played a practice round with Hubert [Green] the other day, and when we got to the ninth green, I heard a fan say, "Why does Hubert have two caddies?"

There's a whole apparatus for indie bands now, but back in the eighties it was just getting built. The early people really took it on the chin.

This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.

That's the only sense in which I've been lucky: I have the kind of face to which cosmetics could be applied.