Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11

If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It’s not up to the doctors. It’s not up to the absentee angels. It’s not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It’s up to me.

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth