I'm tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?

Mickey holds up the soggy paper. DIE. Don't you die.

Evan always used to day that it wasn't that you couldn't see that you should be afraid of, but what was right in front of you, in plain sight.

...I'm in a little bubble of warmth, just like I had with Ellis, a place I never thought I'd be again.

People aren't nice, people aren't nice, you should know that by now.

I think Temple is wrong. I don't think I'd dig that kind of art party at all.

...when I look at my arms, I don't think revolutionary. I think sad, and pain, but not revolutionary.

People should know about us. Girls who write their pain on their bodies. ~Louisa

Girl listens to radio. Girl finds music. Girl has whole other world.Girl slips on headphones. World gone.

I'm always losing things.

Everyone here seems to know exactly what they need, but I leave without a thing.

I've managed to stay alive out here in the Ruin because I'm a realist. I allow the truth to be the truth, no matter how much I might want it to be something else.

Success is a path of setbacks, passion, purpose and inner strength

Every now and then when I feel the doubt, I look inside myself and I see the way. The whole world full of possibilities. So you could be you and I could be me.

I asked a ref if he could give me a technical foul for thinking bad things about him. He said, of course not. I said, well, I think you stink. And he gave me a technical. You can't trust em.

Our sacred contract is not a literal document. That's the first thing to understand. We could think of our sacred contract as a spiritual document that our soul recognizes.

People that are conceited of their own merit take pride in being unfortunate, that themselves and others may think them considerable enough to be the envy and the mark of fortune.

What we call evil is the absence of Light, of love, in all cases.

I was touched by the magic of music. My way to communicate was through my guitar and music.

A picture of Christ was hung in the back of a pulpit. When the minister rose to speak one Sunday morning, a little boy asked his mother, 'Mother, who is that man who stands so we can't see Jesus?'

Because with Black Label and all the fans it's just one big family.