I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

I don't know if this is true to you but for me sometimes it gets so bad that anything else say like looking at a bird on an overhead power line seems as great as a Beethoven symphony. then you forget it and you're back again.

It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.