My life isn't necessarily more important than anyone else's: I'm just better in talking about it.

I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less that we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal. If you don't find a way to break the chain and change in some way, then you wind up, as the rhyme goes: a murder of one, for sorrow.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where noone notices the contrast of white on white.

A long December and there's reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.

My life isn't necessarily more important than anyone else's: I'm just better in talking about it.

I feel like I've been in love, but I have stood aside from it over and over again in my life. It's all you want, but it's terrifying.

If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame.