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

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.

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

... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can happen at any time too?

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky

We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists.