they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is
The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good
An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way
If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.
A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.
I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.