I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You go ahead, call 9-1-1. Tell them I'm havin' a fantastic time.

Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.

Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.

I don't care to be good, Sheriff. I care to be whole.

You can call me an angry ghost when I'm gone, or laugh into my disposition. But my mom will still see me as her wide-eyed wanderer out behind the garage inventing ways to fend off dog attacks that will probably never happen.