Just knowing you exist changed the world for me.

You know what I was thinking about on my way home? How different my life would be if you’d made that gash a little deeper. Or how different yours would be if I’d vaulted myself...

Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world.

Thoughts are king, Trixie, king!

Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I’ve ever heard of to die.

Swear to God, for someone so obsessed with music, she’s borderline tone deaf. But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with...

I was insanely jealous of Lucille. More jealous than I’d ever been of anyone in my entire life. Because she truly meant it. All I could think was, why can’t I be as stupid as...

Let’s get the hell out of here.” I was even willing to ride the 6 all the way to Houston Street. No kidding, I was going to take the subway to prove my love. And...

Did you really want to die?””No one commits suicide because they want to die.””Then why do they do it?””Because they want to stop the pain.

But sometimes, talent isn’t worth shit. There are tons of talentless people out there making zillions of dollars. And unfortunately, an equal number of brilliant artists whose name and voices you’ll never hear. – Paul...

Tell me what you listen to, and I’ll tell you who you are.

We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds

Has the industry done to music what McDonald’s has done to eating?

In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.

The music defied classification. If I had been writing areview of the show, I would have labeled it progressive,guitar-driven rock ’n’ roll. But the guitars made sounds guitarsdidn’t always make. Symphonic sounds. Sacred sounds.The music...

I wanted to know what had created the chasm in his spirit. Maybe it was a broken heart. Or maybe it had always been there, like mine. Because really, I could blame my existential sadness...

I just happen to comprehend the low standards of the majority of the music-buying public, and I don’t care how condescending that sounds, it’s true. They always go for the shiny gimmicks. Always.

I guess I need to find a happy medium, someplace between giving them what they want and ending up face-down in a pool of my own goddamn integrity.

Eliza, you can’t judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than reactions.

Kat and I talked about Jacob in our own private code.”Are you baking cookies yet?” she said. That was standard for : have you fucked?”Oh yeah. We’ve made a couple dozen by now.””What kind?” In...

Fate is just another word for people’s choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.