If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.

That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.

Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.