How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.

I asked you what you wanted and you said you didn't want anything. And I told you I wasn't planning on giving you anything; I was planning on giving you something.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

Maybe tonight you're scared of falling, and maybe there's somebody here or somewhere else you're thinking about, worrying over, fretting over, trying to figure out if you want to fall, or how and when you're gonna land, and i gotta tell you, friends, to stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.