I have the right ideas, but my words are too... complicated. I need to simplify them, so that people won't get lost in the dark when they see and hear them. I want them to shine like beacons of light in a world of overly complicated darkness. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

It ain't whatcha write, it's the way atcha write it.

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.